Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1861-02-21
TIE UNKN( i MOTHER;
SHADOWS DER LIES PATHWAY.
Br.u, Auruor or sor, SoSTslH"


CHAPTER XII.
she rose. she sprung she clung to hi embrace,
,rluhb h,ar heayed beneath her hdden face
Hsr loas fair hAiri i.y noaungo'er his arm
In all ih. vidstss u disheveed charms;
scarce bea, m. bos a where lie Image dwelt,
go ,nu-that feeling seemed almost uufelt!
Tho now sadly parting, TO meet ne'er a'ain,
Tb,,tear lrop.are starring We wipe but in yaini
one hope sim is lrt me. ne sa &c il given
o,here thoui.t bereft me- l'il meet hee 10 Heaven
r. llosMEa.
1t was near the close Of bright aud lovely
day in jane, that Eul9cen having an hour to
spend from the usual duties, left the house and
wandered through the beautiful grounds which
surrounded Mr.. Milton dwelling
The day had been excessively warm, and
Mrs. Milton, not feeling quite well enough to
take her usual morning ride, had waited until
this hour, and now she was absent.
Ii was one Of those glorious evenings, such
As as5 80 frequent in that southern elirne' and
Euloeen felt her spirit touched and sotcned by
its delicious aud holy influence, as she walked
slowly on, occasionally catching glimpse oil
the distant hills, now golden with the light o.
tbo t.st declining sun. while over head was the
deep blue sky bospread with feecy clouds each
bearing on its edge ,the rosy footprints OF the
suns departing glory. Around her the grand
old trees stood up, firm in their strength, while
over them all lay and deepened the grey, dream
like moss, and on every hand the fragrant flow
ers met her view The beautiful magnolia pre-
sented its white blossoms to the evening breeze
the sweet scene ed geranium, scarlet veroenas
heltropes and stately oleanders, all added thel
beauty to the scene. But as she plucked lev
small buds from the rose, and placed then
amid her dark curls, she remembered that theS
were the only ornaments her father had like
10 see about her head, and turning slowly tt
wards lovely arbor where Mrs, Milton lr'
oueuty spent few hours each day, she allo"
ed her thoughts to wander back to those brigl
days that had passed away and us she enter'
the urbor and took seat, these words OF Tel
nyson came to her mind and she repeated the
aloud,
n,ara.rememberd Kisses after deah,
And sweet sslthose by hopeless fancy nsured
On lips that are for others-de, p as love
peep as Arst love, and wild with all regret
o, death in lie the day, that are no more
." No more no more of love and JOY Tor
ON earth" she added sadly, and then lew m
mcnts after, during which her fearful eyes h
rested ON the sunset sky, revealed through t
leaCy covering of the arbor, she suddenly rous
herself and said, 4" This must not be. 1t IS
Mining against the will of Heaven, and u
ther never let me do that again. No, no
cannot be happy, |, at least, may be contt
30 long as my faith in Thee does not ialter'
Taking Julines guitar, "".~.. ~.~~'. ieanl
apaipst the side of the arbor, where she b
left it in the morning, Euoccn allowed
hand 10 sweep carelessly over its strings awh'
then Joining her voice, in all it's rch' pecul
sweetness, with the soft strains OF the gut
she sang Mrs Heman' song
Come to me dreams Of Heaven!
Ny falntiaslspir.bear
On your bright wings, by morning given,
up to celestial air.
Away, far, far away,
From bowers by lempests riven,
Fold me in bile, still eloudless day,
o, blessed ream Of Heaven!
Come but for one brief ur,
Sweet dreams aud yet again,
Der burning thop and memory shower