Maysville weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1864-1866, 1864-08-25
For the Maysville Weekly Bulletin.
A Heart Crushed Not Broken All


A Heart Crushed Not Broken All!
A face pure as seraphic dream, and al
lovely, was pressed against the window, and
the moons rays robed her form n garment
OF silver light. There she stood, the i'm
person alton of the beautiful, a seeming
earth star. shedding holy calmness through
the walks of life. as the planetary orbs that
meekly glowed in the far-off armament.
What happiness must be hersl And vet
those tears which course, like silver drops
on the lily, adown her cheek, and the
fragrant bosom, heaving from the inner tn
mutt OF the soul, evince no character of iov
Can the grim shadow of grief have passed
in Darkness over SO bright temple of hu-
man beauty? Alas! it has. The burpino
incense of bliss has wasted, and the bright
lame grown partially extiDguished in the
gathering ashes. Our fairest dreams have
the most terrible awakings and with her.
the cherut-god, rosy-wiDged love, who
came enveloped in flowers and rainbows. has
left his wound and sent the healing balm
Tears are the mournftl tribute which she
pays to her artiul conqueror-tears indeed
through orbs which like hers, kind Heaven
made not to weep.
SIX months agone, the nun-like moon as
now held religious watch in the cloisters of
the sky, and beneath it's softened beams
falling like angel prayers. glided the pure
being. who weeps now, with a spring of
SIN lies that were answered back by a hand
some lip which breathed in the holy still
Dess, vows of lasting love. She The sweet
Injection caught; and the ha,tery of a world
y tongue, and the temporary iondness
which intellectual beauty ever will inspire,
dormant though affection be, she mi.rook
tor the re-kindliug Of the sacred fire which
heaven-lit burned deeply in her Innocent
bosom. She loved with a woman's strong
and holy love, never dreaming Of aught but
reciF rocatIon.
Days and weeks sped on In one happy
round OF pleasure. lie, to whom she had
given her entire heart, not wholly asked
who was her second self, ay more! still
poured the syren strains of passion in ner
TOO willing ear. Possessing and possessed
she deemed herself, aud the present held
her life. No future came with dim FORE
bodiugs DER her mind, absorbed by him aud
only him; or if it die twas ushsred on by
the gay plnions of fairy hope, crowned with
a diadem Immortal.
But change came, bitter change-not all
at once. but breaking as the tempest from
the cloud, growing in its progress more and
more fearful. The color of novelty with
him had worn away, and she had lost the
witching charms that thought of conquest
gave, in his too icy heart. He rem EN- bered
her, perhaps, as happy vision which he
could not. would not fully realize.
Night after night. when the moon beamed
as Of old, she watched, and all the Joy she
once so wildly felt, was turned to pain;
while her bitter tears chase, like liquid
pearls, each other down-in gay companion
ship, ard other nitiatory loves as vain, he
forgets the past. His was but the murmur-
ing of the fount, hers the full overflow that
ennis its harmony, and then is ever dry.
Hearts do not break at once, Dor will hers
But the stream of her affections hath lost its
tone, and no magic harp can bid it leap
again. Years are before her, but years
without light and echoless as the tomb
Religion was and is her guide, and white
winged benevolence and gentle charity
will yet strew chary flowers or the Garth
path tn at, ending with the grave, ascends
again upward, when vioiets bloom above
her, who will think Of the wounded soul
that is in heaven? Will he who snapped
the strings Of her spirit Tyre? R. IL. l..