Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1859-10-15

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IT JAnRS Q. PERcIvAL.

There IL = sweetness 10 woman's decay,
When the light of beauty IL fading away,
When the bright enchantment Of youth is gone,
And the tint that glOw'd, and the eye that ShOne,
1ud DARED around iis glance Of power,
And the lip that Wed with the sweetest flower
That ever IN Pestum's garden blew,
Or ever was steepd in fragrant dew,
When all that was bright aud fair Is fed,
But the lOvelIuess lingering round the dead.
o. there is a sweetness in beauty's close,
Like the perfume seeming the wither'd rose;
For Dameless charm around her PLAYS,
And her eyes are kindled with hallowd rays
And veil Of spOtless purity
Has mantied her cheek with its heavenly dye,
lake cloud whereon the queen If night
Has pOurd her sOitest tint Of light
And there 10 . blending If white and blue,
Where tue purple blood is melting through
The snow Of her pale and tender cheek
And there are tones that sweetly speak
OF o spirit who longs for purer day,
And Is ready 10 wing her flight away.
In the flush Of youth, and the spring Of feeling,
When life, like sunny stream, is stealing
Its silent steps through howery path,
And all the cndearments that pleasure hath
Are pour'd from her full. oerhuwing horn,
When the rose II enjoyment cOnCeaIs no thorn,
In her ghtncss of heart. to the CHEEKY song
The maiden may trip in the dance along.
And think of the passing moment, that lies,
Like . fairy dream, in her dazzed eyes,
And yield 10 the present, that charms around
With all that is lovely 10 sight and sound;
Where thousand pleasing phantoms fit.
With the voice Of lnirth. and the burst Of Wit,
And the mu. &c that steals to the bOsOms cure,
And the heart in its fullneSs flowing DER
With few big drops, that are soon reprrSSd,
For short is the stay Of grief IN her breast:
In this enlivcn' d and gladstone hour
The spirit may burn with brighter power;
hut dearer the calm and quiet day,
When the heaven sick soul is stealing away.
And when her sun is low declining.
And life wears out with no rcpnng
And the whisper. that tells ot early death,
Is soft US the west winds balmy breath.
When it comes at the hour If still repOse.
To sleep In the breast If the wOOing rose:
And the lip. that sweld with living glow,
Is pale as II curl Of new fallen snow:
And her cheek. like the Parian stone, is fair
hut the hectic spot that bushes there
When the tide Of life from IFS secret dwelling,
In q Sudden gush, is deeply swelling,
And giving tinye 10 her icy lips,
Like The crimson toSp.S-bFig hteSt- iPS,-
AS richly red, and as transient too
As the clouds in aatWmn's sky OF blue,
That seem Alike u host Of glory, met
To honor the sun at his golden set;
o. then. when the spirit is taking wing
How nndly her thoughts 10 her dear cling.
IA if she would blend her soul with his
In u deep and long.imprinted kiss;
~ fOndly the painting camel flies,
Where the CLASSY vapour cheats his eyes;
And the dove from the falcon seeks her nest,
Aud the infant shrnks to its mothers breast.
And though her dying voice be mute,
Or flint as the tunes Of an unstrung Lutte,
And though the glow from her check be fed,
And her pale lips cold as the marble dead.
Her eye still beams unwOnted fires,
With wOnlans love, and a saints desires,
And her lust, fond, lingering look is given
To the love she leaves, and then TO heaven,
As If she would bear that love away
To purer world and brighter day.