Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-01-29
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, The Deserted Bride.

Inns wreaihe oi gems ana ofanse noWes
Ny aching brow has spand:
He promised 20 return at noon
..To cIaim.- he said. "Ibe pnnceless boon
. ofmy young heart and hand a''sa q
-, Bat now the dsy is almost done, ~
i. a; And the slow sinking winter sun
1. IS. Rolls down the western sky;
The gues,ssre in. the hall below
And the good Parson wai,s, know,
Z. The nsptial knot to tie. ssi'. -
Deserted, ruined and betrayed. g -,
= .s0.woold hat my young life migh' fade;
As fades this winter day Il ~
,Twepe isweet to yield my Heefing breath,
s,v-And from this woe, this living death.
Al once to paa awsy. ss .es stsa %
.!sg They told me that be would no, come,
ssla That in his Ear off western home n
.szls9 A fsrrer hand than mine,
.say For him the. summer flowers should Gull,
y Il Asd Of d, eet the bssutifui, = :.
> a LsvssrSy garland twine" @
za5gY Yet believed them not; for how
asH Could fbehold that manly brow, -.-.
llshbaF Fhardark, love beaming eye; , tg .
-sse Or hear thar VOICES music-tone, I'd
And dream. that On his word alone
90 might hot then rely. ','e- =.
But now lis 2ast-tb dream has fled,
- And Hope is with the buried dead.
For me no future hour, r-.-s. !,
- Shall joys inspiring freshness bring; &c
A ms,siess, hopeless. ou,cast thing. sss-..
sitis-fa a s<sthed and l,rii obted flower
3 This robe. these gems, I'll cast aside. s.'
The garments Of a s,rcken bride
Should be of sable hue; s.I sri
And soon the night will kindly throw ~
Her stadowy veil to hide my woe, II
- " A shield and solace too.
Yon cloud, which on the horizon. glooms,
Those edge the setting sun iilumes,
Poriepds night Of storms. S
Tho the low whispering western breeze,
- That wanders thr0' the forest trees
Irs Scarce stirs their giant forms.
The glitrering stars, which one by one.
II With silver iustrs had begun.
To light their evening fires, IS
- Quick vanish, as that sable cloud
Envelops earth as with shroud,
While day. last CLEAN expires.
= Upstriding now of volume vast, %
g A siygixn robe i: seems to cas-;
Far DER the darkened sly,
And, mid the deepening gicom Profound,
The grosning icrests wave around,
As the strong wind sweeps by.
Wilder and wilder blows the gale.
And from the bursting clouds, the hail
Comes rattling to the ground;
) swift as the summer lishteiing's fash,
- ,Asainsl the trees the ice-balis dash,
In Then iull in heaps around.
: Still grows the storm. loud and more loud,
And darker still yon tempest cloud
Spreads lis black wings on high
3 Seems all the spirits oi the air,
! Have risen like wild beasts from their lair
To combat in the sky.
'Tis uproar all above, around,
Frorn.hiii 90 echoing hill Tesound
The how liags of the blast
Mixed with tie frequent cracking crash
- Oi hints and trunks where oak and ash
poxu to the earth are cast.
Would that the nj sht might evermore
Spread lis oblivious mantle Ger
Loves early iaded dream,
And the hoarse lhunde; Of the blast,
In boundess Jury whirling past,
Becomes Kissing scream.
Night and The wild ;ornados war;
: These would my soul delight in more ~
Than gaes and flowers OF May:
know the wintry winds are chill;
But mans false heart is colder still,
More pitiless than they.
Il is the last night Of the year,
Moouless and starless, cold and drear,
The hours seem hu ryiug by,
With storm and darkness in their train,
They rush a'ong o'er hill and plain
10 watch the old year die.
Rave Tie four winds; to prove their might,
From earth's deep cave, ns v insed their flight
Amid lie darkness drear,
Upon their dusky wings 10 iiy
And toll for empire in the sky,
Or has the closing year,
Intent TO seattle and to deiorm,
Invoked the genius OF the storm
ana O'a "e "'a o's's O'o" -
AS king'' WHOSE realms ie'uSe 'neii s"'''
1sh, ,ur,nee " bile they pass away,
DESTROYING as they 90.
= s5r.sf-a- ;,
NOW rings aiouu VIC i''i'i's"' O'','
lis deep anu tiiih n''ee' " 'eA
Ire hn'ir tne oio year uies'
That mighty monarch Vi iie ~oiiu'
b;,,b e,at nf ep,rirs hurled
rfohi ms hisn s."' VI e,i'f
Come are the ensicns of command, ....
The scrprre leaves his nerveless hand,
The diadem his brow
The winds have hymnsd his requiem loud
And s~ath him win regal shfoua
Oh stainless winter SHOWS
unsb.a is The storm. each failing note
sFarber and tartber seems to float,
Like blast of lugle horn