The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-05-19
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The Cypress Vine.
BY KATE Y

BY KATE w.
The wreath that bound her fair young brow
Was but cypress vine
Where orange flowers and roses white
Iloved to twine
Blanche Ray, and Emma Cline, were my friends
in the days -bYe-and to-day Memory pla-
ces them before me with cheeks as roseate, and
brows as cloudless, as in l1esunny days of yore
Blanche-oh proud, and naughty Blanche, and
| you fair, meek, Emma Cline, would that might
meet with you once again, even as we met in the
happy oIden time . The sun will smile upon
the earth as brightly, and flowers viii bloom as
sweetly, as of old, but the three light-hearted
girls who in the " fair summer time years ago
walked together with clasped hands, in the sum
ny paths of Friendship, will meet on earth no
more.
One bright morning, in that happy time, which
| now recall to mind with a yearning heart, we
met with pleasant smiles, and cheerful voices, in
the family sittingroom in the home of Mr.. Ray.
/ was arranging the long, glossy black curls
which clustered round the high white brow of
Blanche it was task Of my own seeking, and
with cheerful pride twined the heavy rings of
shining hair. Emma stood near, holding a little
basket filed with bright, and fragrant flowers
Please Irvine these with her curls, !" said she,
holding up cluster of beautiful buds. They
are very pretty, but you forgot the white roses,
[ will get some," replied, leaving the room
In one corner of the little flower garden stood
the rose tree laden with fresh white flowers and
as broke off a spray Of the fair buds and half
blown roses, a chill swept over my heart, knew
not why, and felt sad, as turned away carry
ing with me- my snowy treasures.
When [ entered the room again [ found the
pet; and Blanche, and Emma standing by the
open window chatting gaily. A China rose
folded its leaves lovingly in the black curls of
Blanche, and with a glance of surprise, and a
quick fearful presentiment of evils l looked
upon the Cypress a0reath, with its bright bios
SONS, resting upon the fair brow of Emma
Take off your wreath Emma" said /, in low
tones, its emblem is a mourful one
"What ails you dear, are you i'll, said Blanche,
as she removed the cypress from Emma's brow.
ooh no, said Emma surely not, she only
wants US to wear her roses, ! ana sure that green
vine, with its pretty flowers, is very nice
And so it aUas, very nice, and was ashamed
of my foolish fears; but strive as would could
not tear from my heart the strange foreboding );
loved those two young girls; IloVed Blanche,
for with all her pride and queenly beauty, she
had a heart warm and trusting; but very I'M
like Emma the confding friend and the meek
Christian for in early life Emma Cline had
knelt at the foot of the cross, and yielded up to
her Redeemer, the faith of a pure young heart.
And now while I recall the past, | seemto see
her, as ] so often have looked upon her with
the christians faith casting peaceful light over
her fair countenanee her small white hands
clasped in prayer, and her sweet voice raised in
earnest petition to her Father in Heaven; at
such times / have thought her too fair for earth,
and earths rails to frailf for the ocean Of life y
which SO often is ruffed by ternpests cold, and
blighting
All it was well for thee, oh friend of my early
days, that thy faith was stayed on One Who
would love thee always; One Who would guide
thy footsteps with gentle hand, and turn not a
deaf ear to the low pleaGings Of thy voice. else
when musical voices breathed in thine ear, words
enticing thee on to sorrow thou woulest have
sought in vain for resting place, for thy poor
weary heart, but thy trusting faith relied upon
the Rock of Ages, p and all is now well with
thee.
go to her room, you will find her there J
said Mrs. Ray in answer to my inquiring after
my dear friend Blanche.
Gaily FASTENED away to seek the room of ms
friend, raped lightly, and when she babe me
enter, ell gaiety died within my heart; there was
such touch of sadness in the low sweet tones
her voice. She was seated by the window, and
the sunlight shone brightly through the half
drawn drapery, and rested lightly upon a buncl