Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1861-10-19
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a SKETCH FROM LIFE.
BY GRACE GREENWOOD.

Throw up the window Tis amorn for liz,
In its most subtle luxury. The air
IL like n breathing IRON rareT world
And the south wind ia like gentle friend,
Parting the hair softly my brow
II has come over gardens. and the flowers
That kissed il, are betrayed for as il parts
With its invisible fingers, my loose hair
know it has been trifing with the rose
And stopping to the violet. There is JOY
For all Gods Creatures in il. The wet leaves
Are stirring ~ lis touch, and birds are singing
As iftn bri ahe were music, and the grass
Sonds up its modest odor with the dew
Like the small tribute Of humility
The delicious morning which is glowing
around me, and which has recalled the
exquisite description Ct our gifted coun-
trymcn, brings also to my hi d the recol
lection Of one as fresh and beautiful in the
days that are gone. [ well remember
how the sense Of that morn's exceeding
lovelincss burdenGd my heart with sweet
weight, and how, at last finging aside
the dull book which had been attempting
to study, caught my light sun bonnet,
aud bounded out Of the house which out.
ward bloom and beauty had rendered
prison like. then turned my steps to.
ward a fine old mansion, the home of
very lovely girl, who had been endeared
to me by years of constant and intimate
Intercourse. Or late there has been form
ed new tie to bind our hcarts-she had
become the bctrothcd of one of ours, fa-
vorite cousin, and the engagement was a
joyful event to all concerned.
Annie Moore, sweet Annie Moore, how
thou oldest before me, in thy soft, ctheri-
al loveliness, like gentle spirit from a
holier CLINE! With thy form of ily-like
grace, tall and fragile
With all thy young heads shining bands
And all is waving curls ofg"ld,-
with thine eyes of softest violet, and thy
check Of delicate rose bloom.
must think Of thee
Oh gcntcst! as | knew the well aud long,
young glad creature with a lip Of song
An eye Of radencc aud a soul OF glec--
Singing sweet snatches of some favorite tune,
Or wandering bs my side beneath the sky of June.
William Gordon, the lover of Annie
Moore was an exalted, yet a most lovea.
Bile character, an embodiment Of intellect,
manliness, faithful affections and fervent
piety. He was young student of Divin
ity-had been selfsupported, almost self,
educated ,and at the time Of the commence.
ment of this sketch, was in the expectation
of entering upon the ministry in the course
of year.
And this man, poor, unknown, and de-
voted to holy calling, was the choice of
Annie Moore, the wealthy, the beautiful,
the luxuriously reared Twas passing
strange-our worldly ones wondered at,
and our sewing circle gosSipp,d about the
matter, for month or two, "ud then the
ruaed tide of our village life flowed on as
usual. But | was on my way to pay An
ME a morning visit, William Gordon had
called the night before, to bid us adieu, as
he was to be absent for many months and
thought bis betrothcd needed little
cheering up.
found her sitting at her work as usual
and but tremu ousnesss of the voice, and
glistening Of the long brown eye lashes
told Of the painful parting which had Just
taken place.