The weekly Butte record., 1867-12-21
Elsie Mere.
BY B. P. sHILIABE.

And all the trees about the mill
Stand with aspect bare and chill.
Adown the rocks with rush and roar,
The icy waters msdly pour,
While sullenly the wheels go orund
With wintry cadence in their sound.
The road is crisp with frozen snow,
Ger which the farmers sledges go,
Bringing grists to the ancient mill,
An olden practice followed still.
But boy or man who lives to-day
Never passes along that way,
Who does not ponder as he draws near,
Upon the story of Elsie mere.
Here, where the wheels OF the mill go round,
Was Elsie fair in her beauty found,
In all her wealth and all her pride,
One cold, cold day at eventide.
All, Little they knew at,Grayling Hall
Where the guests mere met in sp!endor all,
And all was beauty and all was light,
In the glow of that bridal Christmas night;
When pouthful pulses madly thrilled,
And every thought but joy was stilied;
When the holly dared from the ceiling high,
And love and mitrh filed every eye
They little knew of death so near.
That darkened the waters Of Elsie mere.
A cold. stern man was the Grayling known,
With an eye OF flint and hvart of stone.
He felt no loving impulse draw
His fiat was fate; his word was law.
The Grayling honor. the Graylng fame,
Were fixed on Elsie's future name,
And all his hopes and ali his pride
Were in her choice identified.
Love perverse and strange alway,
Thou brook st no rival in thy sway;
Wealth may control the world, the mart,
But love alone controls the heart.
So Elsie gave her heart to
With but his love 10 lean upon;
With manly grace possessed, and health,
A loving heart, but lacking wealth.
And when one came to ask her hand,
Backed by her fathers stern command,
She paled and wept, in woe besougtt.
But all her pleadngs were as naaght;
And the blaze of that old time Christmas night
Saw her stand bride in her robes of white.
Her cheek is pale, her blazing eye
Looks wildly as the scene speeds by.
But she heeds it not; there's a voice in the air
That sighs through the leafiess branches bare.
She sees face that they cannot see,
And her heart is full of misery.
She sees beckoning form afar.
And with her senses thrown ajar,
She rushes forth in the Christmas air
To follow the phantom heckouing there,
Down through the valley and down thro' the wood
Where the waters rave with an angry flood.
And no one knew when the heart broke bride,
Ia her radiant beauty, Elsie, died.
All gay were they at Crawling Hall
With Joy the moments were freiShted all;
And music hurried the merry dance.
Wbere hand met hand and glance met glance,
And wine flowed free, and lamps shone bright Nc
To honor fair Elses bridal night
"Now fill to the BRIDE - Each cup to the brim
With the genial draft of mirth did swim.
Bat where was she, the beauteous one?
The prized the loved the smiled upon
WHY was she absent The question few,
But none ansN cred, for no one knew.
They sought her in each accustomed place.
But found of her no sign nor trace.
They sought her above and they sought her below
but not yestige of her could show,
Till printed there on the snowy ground,
The mark of slipper the seekers found
II led to the mere and then they knew
That she to love and duty was true.
And there they found her pale and chill,
With her radiant beauty round her still.
They bore her back to Grayling Hall,
Where the wreath was changed Tor the funeral pa!
And the father bowed his stricken head
For his hope and pride that thus had fed.
But one bemoaned, uncontrolled,
Though earthly hope had long since fled,
From the stately mourners far apart,
A wrecked and desolated heart;
For meath the gided coffin lid
Was all his life and promise hid.
And Grayling Hall no more is Known;
The weeds oergeow its corner stone.
But while the water foweth here,
Bearing the namc of Elsie mere,
Twill be. in recognition just.
tribute 10 her beauteeus dust;
While every wave. with gentle tongue,
Shall bless her memory with its song.
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