The Yazoo Democrat., 1860-05-05
IFoR THE DEMOCRAT.
LINES,

AfecEoaatsly Inscribed 10 Mrs E. j. s.
Ny gentle friend thou, on whose heart now lies
The heavy weight of grief Could the balm
Of consolidate on offer thee, or could
minister to thee some sweet relief,
Or cen for a brief interval beguie
Thee of thy sorrow, how blest then might
Deem the task But mine alas is not such
Power. 'Tis His alone, who in His wisdom,
Did aflict did rob thee Of thy dearest
Treasures; ard in His hand, all powerful,
The healing basam lies. Yet, by the past
With all its mem'ries of our friendship true,
And of those brighter hours, ere grief or care
Had left shade upon thy fair young brow;
And by their shadows now reflected there,
My hearts deep sympathy is thine.
The mead
OF suffering unto all apportioned, each
Must bear, and from the cup of sorrow ali
Must drink, and some cen to the dregsmust drain:
Oh, deeply of its bitter draught hast thou
Partaken! When, from the parent stem in
Their pure bossoming, thy fondy cherishd
Budds were torn and, like young vioets when
Crush'd, their fragrance sweet exhaled to ssv'n,
! then
Dark and deep, aud all too full the chlice
Seemd. But when the stronger plant tue parent
Tree round which the tendrs Of thy hear. we're
Twined, aui like the ivy there had o.eas was
Suddenly uptorn, and the fra -ea3G,s
| From it burst, oh darker deeper
Bitterness was the draughg for them te eur was
Full indeed and thou vert ol thy Treasures
Robo'd Yet in the broken casket 1ere rs
Left one Jewel bright Ah yes. bu #
Promise, rare in its brightness, stn is .ac
To shed its fragrance round thy lonely s.a
And cheer thee in thy solitude. Oh! ma,
1t by smiles and dews from Heavn nurtur'd,
Be spared to thee, till like the stronger plant
1t doth become-till thou upon the COLI,
Dark rivers brink dos stand that rolls between
Thee and the Eden Shore, where tread with white
Feet o Ter the silv'ry sands thy lov'd and lost
Till in he golden dawn Of Paradise,
The Gver blest shall yield them back to thee,
L. E. G.
Yazoo County, April 10th, 1860
FOR THE DEMOCRAT.
'Tis sweet to recall them-those happy past hours,
That came like the sun light and dew to the
flowers
That came with the brightness Of mornings pure
beam,
But fled like its ligh: from the silvery stream.
Oh. sweeter and brighter those hours that fed,
Their rOseate garands, though wtthered aud
|, dead,
t Than all Of the joys the present can bring,
Or all Of the hopes to the future that cling.
Far sweeter to me their light and their bloom.
Than Arabias roses Of richest perfume
As they to now in this still hour Of even,
And lit all alone meath the blue starry heaven.
Aye, sweet to recall them when fond memories
! come,
To bear me soft odors from loee's sunny home
Where the dew drops. hung bright on the rosy
hued flowers,
Aud low voice was heard meath the stsr-lghted
A low voice, whose tones now fall soft on my ear
As the musical echoes borne from some sphere;
And smils, too, / see as it beamed on me hen,
Though that coicc and that smile may ne or know
!, again.
Yet, sweet to recall them-those happy past hours,
, Tho fed are the sun light and dew from their
: bowers;
Tho from the dim past and its shadowy shore,
hear the sad echo NO more--never more.
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