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

Now if she could, she d sink like lead
The things that then she uttered
She'd give the world, could she recall
The bitter words then spoken;
She'd give the world to kindle all
The loving ties then broken:
utvainly now she seeks peace
The former things revoking.
1 would not be that weary thing
For all the gains we borrow
With not a joy to cheer her now,
With no hope for tomorrow
But desolate with eating care,
And heart caroding sorrow.
She mourneth now from evetill morn,
From morn till eve she grieveth.
Light to her eyes doth not return;
No more her soul receiveth
Those words of love it rested on;
And hope her sad heart leaveth.
A wrong was done to one she loved,
And pride led her to boasting.
/ see that wrong come back to her,
As fowls come home for roosting.
With sorrow stunS, her soul is wrung,
Her heart is nigh to bursting.
o, why has love so strong, so true,
In human hearts resting.
May Heaven in mercy look to you,
And grant you this requesting;
And with its grace, your soul subdue,
From self and sin divesting.
Yet fare-thee-wcll, l would not hold
false one to VOWS plighted;
Yes, fare-well-but, It's not the mould
Of earth, has disunited
Our loving hearts, but broken vows,
And promises all sighted
Farewell, in pathways far apart
Our lives are now-divided
And yet we must be joined in heart,
Fate has it so decided:
My soul turns not away from thee
In whom it has confded.
From thee my heart its bliss has drawn,
To thee tbs ever turning;
Thy word 1T ever rested on,
No faithlessness discerning;
And none but you my soul would WOO,
With honest passion burning.
The same warm sun may DER us shine,
The same pale moon be beaming;
The stars above shall mark our love,
Their mild light round us cleaning:
Our souls shall meet, and often greet
Each other in our dreaming.
Alas too soon they will commune
With days of former gladness;
And then recall the kind words all
As well the words of madness;
And this shall beat TO fiercer heat,
This never ending sadness.
Again farewell, the wrong that's past,
fear will have no mending;
And broken vows have come between
Two souls in union blending;
And broken hearts, and withered hopes,
And sorrows thick descending.
Yes go, weary one, and lone,
This parting seemeth filter;
With leaden steps well wander on,
For love hath lost its glitter
And gathering clouds shut out the sun;
Lifes waters. too, are bitter.
The soul must seek, among the meek,
A true, congenial spirit
Its only rest is a faithful breast
Its only trust, true merit:
We must esteem, and faithful deem,
Where we loves joys inherit.
In marble walls and painted halls,
Where wealth and rank sat dining,
I've had place, and there could trace
The heart for true love pining
U tbs not wealth, nor rank nor pelf
That makes the souls clear shining.
But It's the soul-lit beaming eye,
The sweet lips fond caressing,
That gives the soul its ecstacy.
Loves holy bliss possessing;
here is joy without alloy
For love is life's true blessing.
Our dearest home is in the heart,
The heart with true love teeming;
Our light is only from the eve
With warm affection beaming;
Our bliss will flow from faithful lips
With smiles forever cleaning.
Mine was heart that beat for you
With honest love awakening;
A faithful breast where you might rest;
Of that true love partaking;
Your earthly bliss must be in this,
love that knows no shaking.
The night-bird gives her sweetest song,
The thorn her bosom stinging;
In saddest notes our numbers float
When love the heart is wringing;
My soul transported with arrows sharp,
Its requiem Is singing.
My ardent love has built my tomb,
And raised my funeral pyre;
I've gathered much, I've gathered long,
And piled it high, and higher,
Now, Phoenix like, L flap my wing
And perish in the fire.
My dying song shall be for thee,
My hearts last beat be thine;
May love as true as mine for you
Around thee still entwine
To queii each fear, and dry each tear,
With tenderness like mine.
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