The Jeffersonian Democrat. [volume] (Chardon, Ohio) 1854-1865, 1859-07-29
THE CoNsUMpT1vE's REPLY.
BY GEORGE u. PRENTICE.

| BY GEORGE d. PRENTICE.
| Yes dear one, | am dying. Hope at tines
Has whispered to me, in her syren tones,
| But now, uos feel the tide of life
| Fast ebbng from my heat | know that soon
| The, green and fowery curtain Of the grave
| Wii close as softly round my fading form
| AZ the calm shadows of the evening hour
Close DER the fading stream
Oh! there are times
when my hearts tears gush wildly ut the thought
nat, IN the tIe5h, young morning tide Of life,
] must reeign my breath. To me the earth
Is very beautiful | love it's flowers,
Its birds, its dews, its Tainbows its glad streams
It's wales, It's mountains, its grecn.wooing woods
LIE moonlight clouds its sunsets, and lis soft
And dewy twIiLh.s; oni needs mast NOUN
TO think that shall pass away
And sce them neyyrmorc.
But thou the loved
! And f9ndly cherished Idol OF my life,
Thou dear twin.spiriI OF my deuthless soul.
Twill be the kecnesl anguish my heart
To part from thee. True, we have never loved
With the wild passion that fills heart aud brain
| With flame and madness, yet my love for thee
l. my lile's life. A deeper, ho'icr love
Has never sighed and wept beuca.h the stars
1 Or glowed within the breasts of snints in heaven
i does not seem passion Of my heart,
II Is q portion OF my soul. ! ieel
| That am but sottcnud shade ot thee,
| And that my spirit. parted from thine own,
| Might fade and perish from the universe
Like star shadow when the star itself
l. hidden by the storm.cloud Ay, | fear
That heaven itself, tho filled with love and God
| win be to me all desoIate, il thou,
Dear spirit, art not there. I've often prayed
! That ,night die before thee, Tor | iUt
l could not dwell without thee on the earth.
And now nv heart is breaking at the thought
OF dying while thou livest for ! feel,
Ny ies dear idol, that caunot dwell
Without thee in the sky. Yet well know
That love like ours, so holy, pure and high,
So far above the passions OF tho earth
Can perish not with mortal lie In heaven
Twill brighten to u lovely star, and glow
In the tar ages OF eternity,
More beautiful and radiant than when first
Twas kinlled into glory Oh! love
| dearly love thee-thcse will be my last,
My dying words upon the earth, and they
Will be my first when We shull meet III heavcn
And when ten thousand nlyriads Of years
Shall nde into the past eternity,
My soul will breathe the same dear wordsto thine:
love thee, oil! love thee!
Weak aud low
My pulse Of life is antering at my heart,
And soon twill cease forever. These faint words
Are the asst echoes Of the spirits chords,
Stirred by the breath Of memory. Bear me. love,
pray thee, to yon open window now,
That | may look once more on Natures tHce,
And listen to her gentle music tone.
Her holy voice of love. How beautiful,
How very beautiful are earth and sea,
And the o'erarching sky to ono whose eyes -.
are soon 10 close upon the scenes ol llIlle' lNll
Yon blue lake sleeps beneath the tlowercrowned
With his sweet picture on her breast; the white
And rosy clouds are floating through the air
Like cars OF happy spirits; every Ieat
And flower are CO. ored by the crimson hncs
OF the rich sunset, a5 the heart ID tlnged
By thoughts OF Paradise; and the far trees
Seem MS if leaning like departed souls,
Upon the holy heavena. And look oh. look!
YJn lovely star, the glorious evening star,
Is shining there, far, far above the mlsts
4 i 6, tln lri c n
Above our mortal tears! | meier before
Behold the earth so green, the sky so blue
The sunset aud the star of eve so bright,
And soft, and beautiful; never felt
The dewy twi iIht breeze so calm and fresh
Upon my check and brow; never heard
The melodies of wind, and Bird and wave,
Fall with such sweetness on the ear. lkaow
That heaven is full of glory, but a God
OF love and mercy will forgive the tears,
Wrung from the iountnin.of my irail, young heart
By the sad thoughts ofpnring with the bright
And lovely things Of earth.
Ana, dear one. now
feel that my poor heart must bid farewell
To thine. Oh. no, no, dearest! not iar2weIl,
For oft will be with thee on the earth,
Although my home be heaven. A. evenudc'
When thou art wandering by the silent stream'
To muse upon the sweet aud mourniui phst,
walk with thee, hand in hand, ana share
Thy gentle thoughts and luncles; in thy grie',
When all seems dark and dcsoaie around
Thy bleak and lonely pathway, will glide
Like bright shadow DER thy soul, and charm
Away thy sorrow; in the quiet hush
OF the deep night, when thy dear head Is laid
Upon thy pillow, and thy spirit Graves
Communion with my spirit, wll come
To nerve thy heart with strength, and gently lay
My lip upon thy forehead with touch
Like the soft kisses of the southern breeze
Stealing DER bowers OF roses; when the wild,
Dark storm of life beats iercely on thy head,
Thou wilt behold my sem5lance on the cloud,
4 rainbow to thy spirit; will bend
At times above the tount within thy soul,
And thou wilt see my image in its depths,
Gazing into thy dark eyes with n smile
As have gazed in life And will come
To thee in dreams, my spiril.mute, and we,
With cnsping hands and INTERVIEWING wings,
Will nightly wander DER the starry deep,
And by the blessed streams of Paradise,
Loving in heaven as we have loved on earth