The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1858-01-21

lossly to his room, and laid down upon
his bed to sleep.
Oh, blessed balm for wounded hearts
In sleep we forget our sorrows, and lost
joys return, The presence Of loved
ones fingers near, We see their smiles,
feel the thrilling clasp Of their hands.
We wander together in the old familiar
paths We feel sure they are with us
for we hear their sweet voices; We sec
the dear forms; and listen to the echo
Of footsteps, which only could be theirs.
But the morn comes, and we awaken
to all lifes mournful realities The
thrilling touch, the beautiful smile, the
love-lit sye-all, all, are gonei
Oh, in the bright Omega Of that long
sleep, which awakens not again to this
world, will they all come again-cOmo
in their beauty, in their youth, with
their tears all wiped away, and their ia
ce8 radiant with joyl We cannot tell |
We can only hope-only trust-Only
pray.
In the still midnight hour, a white
robed form hovered near Philips bed.
A soft hand pushed bach the heavy
dark hair from his forehead, and tears
Ia sister tears-fell there, He awak-
ened from his sleep. He comPrebended
! all. "Is this the sad vigil you keep,
dear Alice, on your bridal night2"
ooh, brother it may never be again
that can come here Perhaps it is
the last time my tears may fall upon
your brow-the last time I may ever
watch you sleep. Tomorrow you will
leave me. / will bid you goodbye,
now, brother. I cannot bear to see you
CO. It were better that We part now
Their arms were around each other
the face of each was wet with the other
tears.
When the morning came, Philip wal
gone. Then their old home was closed
the land rented out, and Alice did no
feel sorry to leave the house in whicl
she had lived all her life. Philip wa
gone, and it had no charms left for her
Trustfully she walked by her husband
side in her new home, and in his ten
derness she was cOmfortod.
And Lily soon learned to love hel
This was a new joy to the young wife
heart. Tonderly her spirit yearno
over the motherless girl;-tendorly Lii
= loved her in return. They went on
evening, to visit her mothers grave.-
Alice looked at Lily, then at her faith
er. There was but a slight resemblanc
between them. Then her eyes fell uT
U on the green mound. Mr.. Wenner nc
ticod this, and seemed to read he
thoughts.
"She is like her mother, Alice, h
Z said. Oily has her mothers smile"
They sat down near the grassy noun,
A sudden tenderness must have sprun
7 up in the child's heart. Sitting at Il
= feet Of Alice, she lifted her eyes to h.
! face, and the sweet words, "My Mot
er p fell from her lips. Alice thoug
q of the beautiful lines Of the poetss
j. and in a voice Of deep emotion she r
peatcd them;
"ThOu art not mino-up0n thy sweet Ii
lingeTg
,r Thy mothers smile
be In the deep eyes so teaFfully uprising
al Their light to mine,
~ I deem the spirit Of thy mother gazing
To my SOULS shrine.
Is They ask me with their meek and soft
70 seeching,
mothers care
Id They ask mothers kind and patient tea'
"a ing
10 A mothers prayer.
Not mine, yet dear TO ms--fair, fragrant b
M som
no OF fair tree,
. Crushed to the earth in ife's first glori,
ar summer
Cd Thou'rt deer 20 me!
OF Child Of the lost, the bu riod and the aalnt
~ tn call thee mime
' Till fairer otill, with tears and sin uniuint
I'm Her home bo thine!"
by As the last words fell from her Il
his her eyes were lifted toward the eve
ing sky. Never before, did the you
ou step P-mother seem so pure, so beauti
err to her husband, as in that hour.
H. TO be CoRtinUed)