Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1865-01-11
Gboitt 4ettrp.
THE cONSUNPuvE's REPLY
RY GEORGE d. PRENTICE.

Oh! there are times
When my hearts tears gush wildly At th,
thought
That, in the fresh, young morning-tide Of life,
must resign my breath. To me the earth
IL very beautiful. love its flowers,
Its birds, its dews, its rainbovs, Its glad
streams,
Its wales, its mountains, its green-vooing
woods,
Its moonlight clouds, its sunsets, and its soft
And dcwy tvilights; and l reeds must mourn
70 think that l shall pass away
And sec them nevermore.
But thou, tbs loved
And fcndly cherished idol Of my life.
Thou dear twin-spirit Of my deathless soul.
Twill te the koenest anguish Of my heart
To part from thee. True We have never loved
With the wild passion that fills heart and brain
With fame and madness, yet my love for thee
Is my life's life. A deeper, holier love
Has never sighed and wept beneath the stars,
Or glov.d within the breasts Of saints in
neRveQ-
1t does not seem passion Of my heart,
Il is a portion Of my soul. feel
That Am but . eoftened shade Of thee,
And ,ha, my spirit, parted from thine own,
Might fade and perish from the universe
Like a star shadow when the star itself
Is hidden BY the storm-cloud. Ay, Il fear
That heaven itself, tho filled with love and Gsd
Will be 10 me all desolate, il thou,
Dear spirit, art not there. I've often pray ed
That might die before thee, for / fels
l could not dwell without thee on the earth,
And now my heart is breaking at the thoug
OF dying while thou livest, for feel.
Ny life's dear idol, that cannot dwell
without thee in the sky. Te, we'll ] know
That love like ours, so holy, pure and high,
So far above the passions Of the earth,
Can perish not with mortal life. In heaven
Twill brighten to q lovely star, and glow
In the far ages Of eternity.
More beautiful and radiant than when frst
Twas kindled into glory. Oh love.
dearly love thee-thess will be my last,
Ny dying words upon the earth, and they
Will be my first when We shall meet in heaven
And when ten thousand myriads Of years
Shall fade into the past eternity,
Ny soul will breathe the same dear words te
thine:
love thee, oh love theel
Weak and low
My pulse Of life Is futtering at my heart,
And sson twill cease forever. Those faint
words
Are the last echoes Of the spirits chloride.
Stirred by the breath Of memory. Bear me,
love,
pray thee, TO yon open window nov,
That may look once more on Natures face,
And listen to her gentle music-tone,
Her holy voice of love. How beautiful.
How very beautiful are earth and sea,
And the oerarching sky to one whose eyes
Are soon TO close upon the scenes Of time
Yon blue lake sleeps beneath the flower
crowned hill
With his sweet picture on her breast; the white
And rosy clouds arc floating through the air
Like cars Of happy spirits; every leaf
And flower are colored by the crimson hues
OF the rich sunset, as the heart is tinged
By thoughts Of Paradise aud the FAR trees
Seem as if leaning like departed souls,
Upon the holy heavens. And look oh, look !
Yon lovely star, the glorious evening star,
Is shining there. far, far above the mists
And dews Of earth, like the bright star Of faith,
Above our mortal tears ne'er before
Beheld the earth SO green, the sky so blue,
The sunset and the star Of eve so bright,
And soft, and beautiful; never felt
The dewy twilight breeze SO calm and fresh
Upon my cheek and brow; I never heard
The melodies Of wind, and bird, and wave,
Pail with such sweetness on the ear. know
That heaven is full Of glory, but God
or love and mercy will forgive the tears.
wrung from the fountsin Of my ff.il, young
heart
By the sad thoughts Of parting with the bright
And lovely things Of earth.
And, dear one, now
feel that my poor heart must bid farewell
To thine Oh no, no, dearest! not farewell,
For oft will be with thee on the earth,
Although my home be heaven. At eventide,
When thou art wandering by the silent stream,
To muse upon tho sweet and mournful past,
l walk with thee, hand in hand, and share
Thy gentlethoughts and fancies; in thy grief,
When all seems dark and desolate around
Thy bleak and lonely-pathway, l will glide
Like bright shadow DER thy soul, and charm
Away thy sorrow; in the quiet hush
OF thsAdesp night. when thy dear head i, laid
Urcu thy Nllor, and thy .rIfis ..ar.s