Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-04-08

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... rfsr5 Separation. nfn rurQ,
Separation Is synonym for radness efsf.
when the shadow Of Death fails between
two sympathetic hearts, and the light Of one
is reflected back no more upon Che other
the sorrow is deeper than Imagination can
depict. ' al w T'aot ci ias
The Future then seems narrowed TO a
dismal speck, and the whisDerines Of Hope
are silenoed with crushing gloom. nr Iag .
Every fair possibility dies before the nell
ancholy conviction Of bereavement and
fond Anticipation loses It's final capacity 10
enjoy. -a i'sv 90 2o bHalsf o
But Separation in life, when the natures
separated still hold the power Of pleasure,
and Of pain, Of love and hate, Of worship
and abhorrenee, is a woe deeper than Herac-
illus knew. a. laa .Hi. aH.
Such Separation Is living death, an ex-
perience, every hour, Of the throes that
herald dissolution. HE ra
wretched they who have known such
Separation, for they have learned what
secret suffering is in its highest form. t
Separation BY Death il blessing COM
pared TO Separation in Life; for this Is q di-
vision Of TIE spirit, and that Of the body
only.
When eternal silence falls upon the form
of the loved, their dear memory remains,
and their virtues are embalmed with
cherished reeoileetion's art.
Their reality is mellOwed by time into
ideal hues, and affection girds the creature of
Earth with celestial attributes. "a
Each passing year adds new beauty 70 the
departed being, and through the lapse Of
time and temper Of regret such dust as ours
becomes illumined with angelic fire.
With Separation in Life, how greatly
otherwise -Hra.. ....
There the undying asp of Pride is ever
singing, and the thorn Of Regret ever rank
ling in the wounded bosom.
Alas for Separation in Life, and thrice alas
for the separated soulsl
No balm for them
No oblivion, and no peace.
Dissimilarity of opinion divides natures,
and similarity of pride keeps them apart.
They hate through their love, and love
through their hate.
They might die for each other, if the sacri-
fee were all unknown; but, outwardly, they
would perish ere the lightest symptom of re.
gret should be revealed.
Where pride is strongest morbid sensi-
tiveness exists.
Where sympathy is fullest, the shadow of
thought may disturb the clear current of
its being. .t...
The closer the intimacy, the greater deli
cscy is required. The greater the mutual
comprehension, the more probable estrsnge-
ment is. .
Pride will not complain. r.....
The thorn that agonizes is pressed in
silence against the bleeding side, and when
the pang is fercest, though the cheek may
pale, the lips close, like a vice, against the
weakness of confession.
Most melancholy, yet not uncommon, to
behold beings, who once were all to each
other, appear as statues through separation
of the spirit
To one another they are as dead and
buried, though they glow with health and
emotion for oil the world beside.
Often they pass and repass each other with
a vacant stare, or seeming wonder at each
others existence.
They stand side by side; their forms touch;
their breath almost mingles.
Her robe thrills him by its contact, as it
did in days agone. Her respiration nearly
ceases, as she hears the olden music of his
voice-the voice, alas, that will be addressed
to her no more.
Many see them, but no one suspects.
How admirable is art; how glorious self
disciplined
The heart may break, and the eye not
moisten. Life may go out, and no nerve
tIemble.
What thoughts are theirs, as they stand
there
Notan inch between them, and yet world.
Though in contact, as divided as if the
ocean rolled between their lives.
Is he thinking how often her throbbing
bosom has emparadised his own; how often
Eden has been recreated in the light of her
loving eyes?
Do his remembered kisses plunge her into
the nadir of despair in that they will never
be hers again? Can she believe that all his
being, still so beautiful and attractive to her,
is immured forever in inviolable pride2
No touch of his hand, no fondling of her
face, no smoothing of her hair.
Will she sing to him again no plaintwe
song, fainter at the close for hsE rising tears2
VIII his warm lips remove no more the
dewy traces of her delicious serrow2
All those their secrets, and the finest fancy
can not reach them ever.
A word, a look, jesture would make
them one again.
But Pride, like Fate, opposes.
They will be, through all the Future, two.
With their organism, they never can be
otherwise.
Reconciliation would be Heaven; yet for
their Pride they would suffer Hell, and pre-
fer it to the beatitude within their reach.
Such Separation of the Spirit is.
Such self torture Pride engenders when it
meets with Pride like to its ownl
Separated natures are doomed forever, and
to the destruction Of their own and purest
peace they tend, as does the magnet to the
pole.
Year after year they go onward and on
ward, with mazble brows and burning
hearts; with firm features and sver-failing
souls.
Pride will always be their banei and yet
they would surrender thousand lives be-
fore they would part with the wolf that
tears their vitsls.