Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1866-03-20
LETTER FROM ~HELENn,R-

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DeGr Appeal. Living 10 the most isolated O
81 Isolated spots, wiz few aeighbors, anl
those al a distance. my Bfe naturally resolve.
itself into a monotonoUs round OF daily dutie,
and pastimes. The mornings ] endeayor 10 MI
with housekeeping, uJing and reading, but the
rwLIghts usually md me a. my instrument,
where, wedding 10 a rude harmony, / anIuse
myself with such i'm pnovisatIons shall / SO
dignity them" a. the following:
The hosts are home nom the wars,
The l0ud-toned clarion is sim.
And the pl0wshare turns up soil
Late hsrden'd by martial drill:
But there wss one that hurried forth
with that host thar came not back,
Ny brave, bright boy, my darling,
DO his homeward footsteps slscke
They say-O God, how truly
That he bravely 1eII on the plain
Where murlerous. lOud-mouth'd cannon
srrewd noble and cherished slam"
Yet still ! wait expectant-
Wait and watcht 70 see him come;
he could not-would not perish
Far from mother, love and home,
The hosts are home from Ire war;,
The deep huns Of busy life
Reach me asI Sit alone,
Alone, tho 9 youthfuIwife:
Night saw me outwatch the stars,
Day saw me waiting in vain,
Waiting, watching. all hope
For one, that came not again.
They say-Ot wild heart SIN thee
He died" my husband, my own,
Alone in a distant prison -
Where had human pity f1wne
AND for me, life holds noJoy.
No sorrow, no hope, no love,
Isee but hands That beckCn
Ny spirit 10 noun above.
The hosts are HON from he was.
But a martial form ana tan.
That led the van Of battle,
Came uot,-I have seen them all.
Is be false 10 early v0vse
Does he bow 70 charms more rareg
Notno! the waves dash madlv.
Madly over his dark hair.
Andiovers crowd aroundime.
Lovers wealthy, proBd and gay,
But tones OF darkling waters
Greet my ears in al they say:
Nc eve so fun Of gladness.
no heart So loving and true,
As his, now stiu forever,
Down, down in that river bluel
Or, In gayer mood, q Love song adapts ifsslr
10 the chords u steals out on the Stiffness
half gayly, half l~anguIdly, reaching no more
apprsciatiye ears however, than Kirty's who
lies, doing on The rug OF a very omsLyterrier's
stretched across the open door.
When "jocunG morn" climbs smiling up
Tie distant eastern hills,
And 8 thousand maun voices
Burst nom birds and Sowing nils.
When giistening drops Of dew impssrI
Bower. tree and howeret bell,
Aud z sweeter JOY thrills in each pulse
Than my lips can ever teuI
Like Young Aurora sprinEIng an.
To meet her God. 70 thee
Ny happy heart goes forth d love
Are You thinking then Of NEE
When noon in her full orbed spIsnd0r
Lax a golden mantle bright
Wraps woods, and vale. and cleaning lake
In fold Of shimmering light;
When thefountsin lulls 10 gumber.
And the gold fish seeks the shade.
While the quan's clear note sounds shrfiv
From the fields beyond the glade.
1Idtbe delicious languor
Which the hour invite-oT thee
lam dreaming dearest, dreaming
Dc you ever dream Of NEE
When our star shines IN the Heavens
And al nature sinks TO rest.
Like fro1vard, muumuriDg children
On a mother pulsing breast
When novoic disturts the stiffness,
save the cuckoos in the grove,
~ the hooking birdie wild wooings
To his little silent Love
Then Iseek The olden t|rystiug.
And watch and wait for thee.
b ! hear a footstep nearing
You are coming, Love, 20 met
J have wearied you enough f-m once. with
meet only FOR the "wIldsT iD yybf,h 81
re daily poured by a very onen eaauie
HFLEV MAR