The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1861-06-13
Introspection.
BY GEORGE ARNOLD.

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Have You sent her all her letters have you given
ies her back herring. 8 ei i9bneoH bG8
Have tried to forget the hunting songs that you
ado loved to hear her sing! sfl sft gc.
Have you cursed the day you neither first thanked
a.. God that you were free, bra .ea,tfed
And said in your inmost heart, as you thought,
,.'She never was dear to mev' rfr
You have cast her off; your pride is touched !;
you fancy that all is done;
That for you the world is bright again, and bravely
shines the sun:
You have washed your hands of passion you
have whistled her down the wind -
Oh, Tom, old friend. this goes before, the sharpest
af1 comes behind! @ 7i- iD
Yes !; the sharpest is yet to come, for Love is a
17g plant that never dies; slfasaa9fse43 Il
It's roots deep as the earth ITSELF its branches
s. wide as the skes;9H s8h;sl ufHga.j
And wherever once it has taken hold, it hourishes
ar evermore, -sff e- q.
Blossoming still, and bearing its beautiful fruit
You will learn this, Tom, hereafter, when anger
has cooled, and you
Have time for instrospection /; you will find my
ii words are true; -ila -. ,H
You will sit and gaze in your fire alone and fancy
csc that you can see e siiI9oloo ~ ..GGa3
Her face with its classic oval her ringlets utter-
ing free, 1n 5fHo9rfisi neii-or
Her soft bne eyes, wide opened, her sweet red lips
apart. af ,..4 E-f.-f,
As she used to look in the golden days when you
dreamed she had a heart; -V l0t
Whatever you do, wherever you turn, you will see
that glorious face
Coming with shadowy beauty, to haunt all time
and space;
Those songs you wrote for her singing will sing
themselves into your brain
Till your life seems set to their rhythm and your
thoughts to their refrain .J l-.t3
Their old, old burden of love and grief-the pas
sion you have foresworn- 9.daa
tell you, Tom, it is not thrown off so we'll as you
think, this morn oa n .r3CgJ
But the worst, perhaps the worst of all. will be
when the day has flown,
When darkness favors reflection, and your COM
rades leave you alone; 4
You will try to sleep, but the memories Of unfor-
gotten years
viii come with storm of wild regr et-mayhar
with a storm of tears
Each look, each word, each playful tone, each tim
fJD i'd little caress, '
The golden CLEAN of her ringlets, the rustling Of
her dress, ~ scr
The delicate touch of her ungloved hand, that
woke such an exquisite thrill 3a
The flowers she gave you, the night of the ball.
think you treasure them still 1854
All these will come, till you slumber, worn out by
| sheer dispair, . T. rarL .uo- +a
And then you will hear vague echoes of song OF
/ -. the darkened air. ..t.I .-.- ,-...,,.f .--
Vague echos, rising and falling, of the voice 20,
know so well, -. -....-t,-...
Like the songs that were sung by the Lurlei-maids
sweet with deadly spell
In dreams, her heart will ever again be yours, ant
/ you Will see
Fair glimpses of what might have been-what nov
lWt can never be; ~ c-,lu31t .uerl
And as she comes to meet you, with a sudden vii,
ldi { unrest VI.) b1ncL ~ .rg.-nL
You stretch your arm forth lovingly, to fold he
to your breast; vi1.tlJI Ia brrJ
But the Lurlei-song will faint and die, and will
Iso.4 its fading tone f y..-,t fri.g
You awake to find you clasp the thin and empt
| air alone. .,,,.,,,.-,r., ..- b..
While the fire BELLS changing dissonance, on tn
gusty night-wind borne,
Will seem an ron-tongued demons voice, Laughing
| =. your grief to scorn.
Oh, Tom, you say it is over-you talk of letter
| I1 and rings zG ilHa ~emaai cr
Do you think that Loves mighty spirit, then,
j held by such triHing things arE 1f
No; if you once have truly lsved, you will still
love on, know, -r-.et-0 .dt a,
Till the church-yard myrtles blossom above, an
| lq' you lie mute below! .oSe u ai...,..,
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How is it, wonder, hereafter? Faith teaches u
little, here,
Of the ones we have loved and lost earth, do yo
think they will still be dear?
Shall we live the lives we might have led 9-sha
il those who are severed now a9a
Remember the pledge of a lower sphere, and r.
new the broken vow? 8foi1d ocisTaz
It almost drives me wild when think of the gif
- we throw away, v-ls4 g'f3r-eII -
Unthinking whether or no we lose Life honey an
wine for aye r
But then, again, 'tis mighty joy-greater than
can tell p
) To trust that the parted may sometime meet-th
: all may again be well;
However it be, hold that all the evil we know
- earth
Finds in this violence done to Love its true al
90 legitimate birth,
And the agonies we suffer, when the heart is le
alone, .i5A' '-ii'' - -,''''
3 For every sin Of Humanity should fully and we
+ tls atonei .29Y .tio4c .11U h5if Wait
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see that you marvel greatly. Tom, to hear SUI
d oie words from me. snoiis5GjTci sai iii
d But If you know my innermost heart, 'twould
e no mystery