The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-07-07
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Wavelets of Memory.
WAVELET THE SECOND.
BY AMY PERCY.

Twas highland such night as would make
one wrap still closer around them the soft, warm
shawl or heavy coat as they fastened on towards
homes and warm fresides
The moon cast her lurid beams over the almost
deserted street, and the stars hung out DER the
batlements of Heaven were cold and still in their
icy brilliancy, seemingly hooking the misery Of
earth.
Yet from the curtained window came warm,
mellow lights, and upon the keen, bitter air music
rang gaily out. Beneath the shadow of closed
window, a watcher stood alone
| A woman, yet not woman, for npon her
once rosy lips and wide arching brows the seal
of SIN was set. Dark crouching shadows hung
heavy around her eyes, which were burning with
a strong, wild gleam A garment tattered and
thin, fell closely around her attenuated form,
and the shawl thrown about her shoulders was
faded and disclosed many a rent. Yet the winds
whistled fercely around her, tossing her dark
hair to and fro but she needed not, for her eyes
gazed upon the revelry within, and her ears
drank in the sweet music Of glad, happy voices
and oh how their melody Knocked the discord
of the unstrung harp within her soul
Again she was a child, sitting beneath the roof
of a time tinted home, singing childhood's glad
some songs, when SIN were simple a0ord,
meaningless amid the cloudlets of childish would
fit across her sunny brow.
The child became woman-a tall, stately
girl, bearing the dignity of queen Changes
came friends were lost and gone home be-
came the abode of strangers and alone she
went forth to combat the stern realities of an
untried world.
None knew how she struggled on, mid darkness
and misery until grim eyed Want stared her in
the face, laughing the wild gibbering laugh of
mockery and despair She shut her eyes, yet
the cry rang in her soul, give, give. She hurled
back the temptation which had beset her. and
the prayer went up to heaven, Father, let this
cup pass from me |" Where were the minis
tering angels then for the wailing cry of that
hungry soul passes away UNDECIDED. Then Sin
came, and wrapped soft warm garments about
her, placed rich food within those hungering lips,
and she bartered away the consciousness of her
young Efe's purity Lost yet not lost for sin
was given to conquer, and she now shook off
the dizzy clasp which bound her, and went forth
with high resolves, such as only Woman's heart
can form, to live Alright. Alas for modern
philanthropy. No hands were stretched forth
to help her upward and onward no smiles, like
CLEANS of sunshine, fell cross her pathway to re-
assure her that hearts were full of sympathy
Oh ! God, not one The proud ones on earth
stood aloof in their untried virtues, mocking,
with bitter words, the forsaken outcast Wo-
man, woman wilt thou ever learn the holiness
of human kindness It's influence falls upon the
human heart like a pleasant rain upon the with
ering flower. Then send it forth throughout
the land. Let its genial warmth find resting
place in every heart and home, and the God who
seeth in secret will reward you openly.
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The moon went down and over the stars the
heavy storm clouds gathered, and soon upor
that silent, upturned face fell the cold cold rain
With low, quick sob, which marked the fign