St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1859-10-27
OCTOBER ~ 1859.

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Future, and impressed it on hef heart;
She was achild of impulse-a child of
Nature and of Truth. Hers was gen.
erous, noble nature wild and iupetuous
she often was, yet her heart was full of
tenderness, and at the first kind word,
the .tear.drops trembled on her silken
lashes, and the word of forgiveness on
her lips. 49,. y - s.-f ,...:,.
Her early yearss-those sunny years Of
childhood-:were passed in a sweet New
England village, and her home was fit
nursery for the native poetry. Of her
heart. Hers was cottage home, far
removed from the beaten highway, in a
lone, secluded dell, where the music Of the
lofty pines and the low ripping Of the
brook, we're the lully ,bies of her childish
fancies. Her companions had been the
forest birds and the tiny fishes which
sported in the little brook; and hour after
hour would she watch their graceful mo-
tions and laugh at their merry gambols
A solemn awe would creep DER her spirits
as she watched the tiny leaves on the tall
poplars or listened to their ceaseless whis-
perings. r-.. r-s.,-st. -. -; -......G.S -
q Years passed, and she was no longer a
child. School, with its joys and cares
was now her home and although she
lwept when, for the first time, she conned
her task under other than her mothers
eye, and her little heart rebelled at the
command Of others, yet she soon learned
to love her echool-books had for her
peculiar charms. Night after night would.
she linger, over some delightful page in.
history, or her heart would throb and her
eye beam AS she recoanted deeds Of cru.
city and wrong. .ss.l ss..ss,..gg1;;ssssJ .a,cg
But Gertrude, although gifted and
noble, knew not yet the power Of her
genius she knew that she was alone, and
she often wept that it was so j.; she longed
for sympathy-ffo1 thu communion of
heart with heart-yet she was happy, for
no sorrow had yet disturbed her soul and
unscaled that fearful gulf, Despair. Of
all her friends, Emily ,somers was d, ars>t
She loved her first for her sweet, her
witching beauty for the mirthf,l beam
Of her soft blueseye, and the sweet glad
smile which wreathed her 6 sunny brow
:As-she knew her better, she loved her for
her gentle dheart-so kind, feeling and
forgiving, it seemed fit dwelling for the
Angel Of Peace. No passion ever moved
her, and her soft eyes seemed ever plead
ing for love. And ardent indeed was the
attachment thus early awakened between
these noble girls. .@,Es.: @'ss7s =.esssv.ass
But Gertrude was not thus to remain
free from the blight Of other love. Oh,
no her eye spoke Of her future, and
as you gas d into her face, Or listened
to the breathings Of her poetic sou, you
could but feel there. was romance in her
very life, whose end must be Of Mystery
and Passion. She had learned, to love-
to love with every pulsation of her warm
young heart, and as they alone can love
whoslove but once. Il is . sad, fearful
thing, for romantic nature to feel the
soft enchantment of Affection to, stake,
asst were,i itstvery life upon single die.
y Il matters not ito history-Love has wings
Like lightning swift and fatal, and it springs
Like,a'wild flower where tits least expected,
Existing, whether cherished OF neglected.
(To BE CONTINUED.
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