Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1859-05-25
Dott's Gorutr.
For the Spirit Of the Age.
Thoughts Suggested by Lulu's' Picture,

For the Spirit Of the Age
Thoughts Suggested by Tulu's' Picture.
ny MD.
Sweetest pielprsl Typo Of her / lore, how fOnaly
do I case on thee;
How on when rising "LunA" DER twilight sAaa.
oWs east her silver rays,
And "angel eyes" from their bright homes are
And sarihs in slumbsrs buried, dOst thou como in
dreams TO mel
Now, Whit I gazo upon thoe, what sweet thoughts
Of Oldsn times como rushing MP
Al Lula, thy dear picture does tell o tale Of love,
ofsyouthfnl hopes,
OF bOpos! and were they reali1edl They will be;
for hast thou not said
When spring her flowers bring, merry warblers
ebirp their songs when MI Is JOY and life,
when northern winG 5 are stilled, and balmy spring
is here when winters dead,
Didst thou not say, with trembling voice and blush
ing lips-"In be thy little wife
But-Heavsn can mortal be thus happy, or am l
dreamingl
Then may I never wake from this fond dream, tits
bliss beyond compare,
Good angels, mol l am not dreaming, ny bappi-
ness-tis real,
Yes well DO / remember that sweet blush and
thy sweet words, an be thy little wifeF
And now as fondly / gaEe on thy sweet type, TIA
ken long years ago,
Sweet memories rise before me I see the happy
past-as twas.
'Tis 81 ring time,
A little girl Of graceful form, with golden curls,
bright laughing eyes,
With rosy cheeks, red pouting lips, meath a Fhady
willow sits,
And by her side, n youthful lad, n boy in years, in
blissful Joy reclines.
How happy they too young to know of sorrow
child lko-to dream Of 1t;
On the grassy green they sit in joyous innocence,
and hand in hand,
They have, like merry little birds, their merry
tete a-tetO, as happy as the angels are.
Anon, n gaudy butterfly, with golden wings, tired
Of tho noon. day sun,
8 eks tho refreshing shade. sees there the little
maiden, fnncy she's a flower.
With merry shouts, and eyes with Joy boaming,
they give the gaudy thing n chasej
II flaps its golden wings almost within their grasp,
then quickly darts away.
A shout Of joy-a look Of wonder--the beauteous
thing has vanished.
Just then n brilliant violet, blue and purple, by the
way. side they espy,
Eager they stoop to pluck it, and in thoir new sur
prise forget their disappointment.
Der the grassy fields enticed they are, and hanC
in hand they Gull wild flowers.
When laden with their beauties, are tired witt
running-red and painting,
Seek s,me cool shades, and in their new foun
treasures forget their old retreat.
All! my Lulu, canst thou not prove the picture
methinks thou migbtst.
All, yes! you can that tell tai Q blush, tho tho
art far away,
/ zee it now, and II whispers, at know it all, ar
they were happy d0ys"
Indeed my little love, they were blissful day
and such as these,
But soon shall they be happier for spring tin
Is coming, my Lulu
The northern winds will soon be husbed for wi
ter Is almost dead.
The bright gay birds will Eoon begin their mel
song to sing;
The gaudy butterflies. with their golden wings o
the meadows, will soon be seen;
Tho rofe, the violet, my Lulu, will soon begin
bloom bloom ms they used to do,
And then bow happy / shall be, for / shall b
my Lulu say, ~ am thy little wife,"
R0nsom's Bridge, N. C.