Nevada national., 1859-02-26
AUD wUII.ER.
JOHN GREFNIEAF WHITTIER

Beneath her torn hat slawed the wcslus
0f simple beauty aud rustic health
Singing .hs wrought. snt her merry gio-
Tie mock bird vchoe from his tree
hrt when he e'aacei 20 the far on iorH
White ireH to hiil slope booking do,a
1h" '""e' 'aas dici. sId vazue unrest
Aud a uam"i.ss loneiug Gllei her breast
wish Ella. -f,. haril, dared 10 own
For sou.ctA4ns better than she lad saoun
Tie Judge rode slowly down line lane.
-mo'oh'nf his h'rs-'- chestnut iasns,
lie ire~ his 5rdle in the shsi-
OF the apple trees To greet tile maid
Aud AsA drsusht from the ,pr.ns shat ao.-d
Through the meado~ across the road.
She stepped where she cool spring bubbled up
Ard dl.-t for him her small tin cup.
Ant blu-hei as she gave IT, looking down
20 her Zee, sn bare aud her tattered gown.
Thanks said the Judge a swestcr drsugh,
Prom iairer hand -. never quailvd "
He sr"se 1f the grass aud lovsr- ani tre-s
oi The singing birds and the humm,ag s.,s
Then talked of tie having aud wondered vesthe-
lhe cloud iu the West woull bring foul -s-,h.r
And Maud forgot ber bri-r torn GOWN
And 1.- -raceful au,le. bare aui brown
And h,icH"'. while pleased surprise
Looked from be; long ash.! hazel ,ye.
At last, LIKE one Who FOR delay
S-ass "a vain excu.. he r..l. .v.x
Maud Muller looked and sighed All NJ.
That the Judge. bride might he
80 lie would dress me up so d-e
Aud praise and toast nv At his vine.
"My father should wear bruadcloth coat
Wy brother should -sil painted boat
" Ia dr-ss NY mother grand aud gay.
And the baby should have new toy each d.,
Ane q feed the hungry snd cloth. the po,r
And all should bless r1e ~ho left our door
The Judge looked back as he climed the hill
And saw Moud Muller standing still
' form more fair face more sweet
Ne'er hath It beea my lot 20 meet
" Ana her modest answer and yraceful.n
SHOW s-r wise and good she is fair.
" Would she were mine and to-day,
Like her, harvester OF hay.
' No doubtful balance Of rights aud wrongs
Nor weary lawyer. with eudles, tongues.
e. But low Of cattle and song o. bird.
And health, AMI quie, aHi loving words
But he thought Of hi, sisters proud and cold
Ana his mother vain Of her rank aud gold.
-, closi"r his heart. the Judge rode On,
fnd Maud was left in the field alone.
But The lawyers smiled that afternoon.
When lac hummed in court an OLD lovetu
Aud the young girl mused beside the veil
h'l the ram ~ the uuraLed clover fell
He welded a vile Of richest dover,
Vino lived for fashion. a. be {, r power
Yet Oft. in his marble hearth bright glow,
He watched picture come and 20
ina sweet Maud Muller's hazel eve.
looked out in their innocent surprise
o0 whe9 tie wine r hi, glass was red.
fe longsd for the vsysi1e well instead
aud closed hi, eyes on his gAruished rooms
t. dream OF meadows and clover. blooms
Ind the proud man sighcd. with secrs, p,in
Ah, thatl we're free again
" Free a. when role that day
Where the barefoot maiden rakrd her hs,
She welded man unlearurd Aud ruor.
And many children played round her door
Bat care tli sorrow and Childbirth pain
Loft their trtce. on heart aud brain
And Oft, vheu the summer sun shown hot
On the new Uioeu las IN the meadow lot.
Aud sl-c heard the little spring brook fall
Over the roadside. through the wall.
Ia the shade IF the apple tree again
She saw rider draw hi- rein.
Aud gazing with iimid grace
She ielt hi, pleased -yr- read her face
Sometimes her narrow kitchen vail.
Stretched away into stately hau-
The weary wheel TO >rinuet turned.
Tie tslloF candle an astral burned
Ind for him vine sat by the chimney lug
Doing and grau43iing o 'cr pipe aId mug
i manly form At Lss side she sse
Aud joy was iutyand love was law
Then sh. toot up her tur-ea ri life again
Saying only, lit -.ieht have been"
Alas tor maiden alas Cor Judge
For rich reduer an household drudge
tod pity them both aud pity usSll
Who vainly the dream, Of youth recall
For all al words of tongue or Pen,
The saadesi are these 80 It might hsve been
All, well ior Us all some sweet hops lies
Deeply buried from human eyes
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from it, grave away
Spirit or THE TINES -Mr. Chas. N Chase
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