Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1858-06-23


That disappears as soon:
Nor is it yet the painted bower
That yields us no perfume
But it is constant, it is true,
As fairy tales declare:
There's music in my heart for you,
And sunshine reigning there;
And you have nothing else TO do
Than all that bliss to share
1 held you gently to my breast,
Just like a Gagged bird;
You 'gainst my heart your bosom press'd,
But never spoke word
saw your soul beyond control.
By honest passion stirred.
And then gently spoke of love,
You owned the magic name;
Your eyes all bright with inward light
Revealed the ardent flame;
And you and I were one to be
When winter came again
You've broken now your vows to me,
You've taken back your word;
cannot count myself so free,
The adamantine chord
Which bound our hearts, is yet to be
A thing to be abhorred.
o, what a fount of gushing wo
From this one thought is started;
More bitter words ne'er shall know,
Than these, that ''We have parted"
And now a wanderer 1 GO,
Forsaken, broken hearted.
cannot live without thy love,
And every hope is dying.
The world cannot this grief remove,
That dearest boon denying.
] chase the shadowy phantom still,
The shade keeps ever flying.
O. keep this truth within your heart,
('Tis not an idle notion.)
That few have loved as L have loved,
So holy with emotion.
My soul is consecrate to thee
In loves sincere devotion.
The sun may warm the turtles nest,
The dew revive the flowers,
The grass may all the greener grow
From Summers genial showers,
And words of love cheer other hearts
Less desolate than ours.
Yet, o farewell, inconstant one,
o. fare-thee-well. forever
The holiest ties beneath the sun
With ruthless hands you sever;
You've crushed my fond hopes, one by one,
III hope no moreno never.
When memory ponders on the past,
/ cannot help but weep;
Those moments were too sweet to last,
Too precious long TO keep;
Now all is crushed before the blast
Like visions in our sleep.
Strong were the ties that bound our hearts,
And strong the chain you sever
With spirit strong 1 lab0red long
To keep the links together
o, effort vain, this very chain
Is broken now forever.
With genial sun and gentle rain
The dropping flowers may flourish,
The imprisoned bird may sing again,
Good news fond hopes may nourish:
But sun and showers and news are vain
Without thee must perish.
Thy heart was mine, and mine was thine,
And Hymen's bonds had yoked them,
If truths were ever in our souls,
That was the time they spoke them;
1t loves were ever in our hearts,
Then Cupid's fires awoke them.
Yet go, but with thee ever bear
My love without detection
When other days shall come with care,
You'll think of this rejection;
For love like yours, 1 may declare.
Must have its resurrection.
The wintry blasts may DER it blow,
The frosts its leaves be drying,
Its head be covered DER with snow,
Cold winds around it signing,
1nt again 10 grow.
For true love knows no dying.
Where love the fond heart once has wruns.
its wounds may have no closing;
But all in vain, twill hide the pain,
In vain twill shut its woes in,
And nurse its grief, and shun relief,
For love has no reposing.
Ny being in thine own was bound,
With us love had its revol;
thought together hand in hand
Life's wildering maze to travel;
thought together, heart TO heart,
Its mysteries to unrayel.
Now life is drawn from out my soul
BY words that you have spoken,
Ihe VOWS my spirit rested on
You wickedly have broken.
Of future overhanging wo
/ seem to see the token
1t seems that, prophet like, I see,
(There's sadness in the yision1
One who devotedly loved me,
% earth was then eIysian,)
The wife in covenant to be,
Now wronging her decision.
And in that wrong she drives the steel
Deep into her own bosom
And from that wrong she yet shall feel,
90 strange, o dire confusion,)
A thousand things that must reveal
How great was her delusion.
And while 1 gaze, loneliness
Is Ger her spirit creeping:
And darkness gathers round her path;
Her soul is sad, and weeping
And for the one she truly loved,
i's iai'hfulness tits keeping.
hspenting, that in evil hour
Her jealous spirit hasted
10 Dash the joys of love before
Iheir sweets she well had tasted
And now she sets, and grieveth for
The precious boon she wasted
She sits beside the open door.
She sits, and looketh mainly
For one, whose shadow on the foor
She'll ever look for yainlv.
Alas, her heart, he'll come no moro
Whom che dismissed di.dainIv,
She did not mean the thing she said
She muttered only muttered;
For Goals were burning in her head,
Her beart so wildly auttered