Wyoming democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Wyoming Co., Pa.) 1867-1940, 1867-10-23
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10 ONE IN HEAVEN.

GEORGE D. PRENTIeE-himself one of the mc
gifted of the American bards-thnks that no livl
poet can surpass the graceful and beauty of t
following lines from the muse Of Amelia
Pale star, that with thy sad light ..r
Came out upon my bridal eve,
I have a song 10 sing tonight,
Before thou tak'st thy mournful leave, ..
Since then so softly time hath stirr'j,
That months have almost seemed like hours
And I am like little bird
That's sleJt too long among the flowers,
And, waking sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing midst the shades Of even;
But oh with sadder heart sing
| sing of one who dwells in heaven
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thoughts my heart beguile
As floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out and smiles
And to the green resOunding shore
In silvery troops the Iples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dpped DER.
Lifts up the voice and laughs aloud;
And star all soft and calm,
Floats up yon arch serenely blue
And, lost to earth and stepped in balm,
My spirit floats IN ether too,
Loved one, though lost to human sight,
] feel thy spirit lingering near
AS softly as feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere
As in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hushei the prayer,
A solemn awe the soul pervades,
Which tells that worship has been there
A breath Of innocence, left alone
Where many a eenser sNang around
Will thrill the wanderer, like a tone.
Who treads On eonseerated ground.
/ know thy SOUL from world o T bliss
That stoOps awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer | breathed in this.
That I at last might dwell with thee
hear a mnrmur from the seas,
That thrills me like my spirits slgbs,
| hear a voice on every breeze,
That makes to mine its low replies
voice all low and sweet like thine
1t gives an answer TO my PRAYER,
. And brings my soul from heaven a sign
That shall know and meet thee there
I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which o tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days;
By that sweet smile which DER it shed
"A beauty like the light of heaveu.
Whose soft expression never fed,
Even when its soul had flown TO heaven
I'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in the raven hair, .
Oh by th,se blessed sighs alone,
FL know thee there-Il II know thee there.
For ah thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweets of youth and beauty met
That swan il love aud softness there, "'i'.
Must swim in love and sOftness yet .s
For ah Its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand sighs,
Were boiler than the light that streams
Down from the gate OF Paradise
Wre bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft AMI dewy as the eve;
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young tor ears that Learn TO grieve.
/ wonder if this COOL sweet breeze
Hath touch'd thy lips and famed thy brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees,
Recalls thee to thy memory now;
FOR every hour we breathe apart,
Will but increase, if that can be.
The love that fills this little heart
Already filed so full of thee;
Yet mnny tear those eyes must weep,
Aud many a sin must be forgiten,
Ere these pale lids sha sink to Sleep
Ere thou and shall meet in heaven