Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-09-25
MAUD MULLER.
M JOINS a, WnuuER.

) Rsnssih her torn hat rl1wel tle uelliA
! 20 siulle bsauiy all rustic lsal,A.
siufing she vreUsli sui her merry slss
Ihe HosAlug-blri esA e,l lr9a bis irss,
Dui, phsn she g'sncel to ihe hr.aT i5ua
Waite fr0u i's bill slope looklss Iosn,
The sweet song ilel anl q vague uursst
Aui = namelsss lone'ns h.lel her breast
A wish that she Lsnlly dared to own,
Iog something better Than shs had knovn
The Julge role slowly dtun The lane,
Smoothing his hos0 ehssigul mane,
ils drew bis brllls ia tho shade
or the aPPls'iress, TO greet the maid,
Aud ask drausht fToa The sprlag thai
nowe,l
Through the meadow across The road.
She stopped where the cool spring babblcd
up,
Aud flIsi for hlm her saall lin cup,
Aud blushsj as she gave it, looking down
On her fec, 20 bare Hnl her Iausrei gown
Thanks" said the Judge, "a svsgsr
drAughI
From iairer hand wss never qnaa,i,'
lie spoke Of ,hegrass aud lawers sni trees,
or the singing birds aud the humming bees;
Then talked of tho haying, and wondered
whether
The cloud In tho west would bring foul
weather,
And Maud forgot her hricr-torn gown,
And her graceful ankles bare and brown;
And listened, while pleased surprise
Looked from her long-lashed hazel eyes.
Al last, like one who for delay
Lacks vain excuse, he rode away.
Maud Muller looked and sighed; "Ah, me!
That the Judges bride might be!
"IIo would dress me up in silks SO fine,
And praise anl toast me at his wine.
ANY father should wear broadcioth coat
My brother should sail II painted boat
ard drcSs my mother so grand and gay,
aud the baby should have II new toy each
day;
"And Id feed the hungry and clothe the
poor,
And all should bless me who left our door,"
The Judge looked back os he climbed the
hill,
And saw Maud Muller standing still.
IA form more fair, face nero sweet,
Nccr hath ii been my lot to meet.
"And her modest answer and graceful air
Show her wise and good us she is fair.
"Would she were mine, and 1 today,
Like her, q harvester of hay;
"No doubtful balances OF rights and wrongs,
Nor weary wing lawyers with endless tongues,
"But low of cattle and song of birds,
And health and quiet and loving words"
But ho thought of his sisters proud and
cold,
And his mother vain of her rank and gold.
So, closing Lbs heart, the Judge rode on,
And Maud was left in the field alone.
But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummed in court an old love tune;
And the young girl unused beside the well
Till the rain on the unrakcd clover fell
He welded wife Of richest dover,
Who lived for fashion, as ho for power.
Yet oft, in his marble hearth bright glow,
lie watched picture come and go
And sweet Maud Mullers haze! eyes
Looked out in their innocent surprise.
OFT, when the wine in his glass was red,
He lcnged for the wayside well instead
And closed his eyes on isgarnishcdrooms,
To dream of meadows and clover blooms.
And the proud man sighed, with a secret
pain,
"Ah! that were free againl
"Free as when rode that day,
Who're the bare foot maiden rakcd the hay
She welded man unlearned and poor,
And many children played round her door.
DuL care uHu SOITOW, uuu SulIVblilh PUN,
Left their traces on heart and brain.
And oft, when the summer sun shone hot
On the new -mown hay III the meadow lot,
And she heard the little spring brook fall
Over the roadside, through the wall,
In the shade of the applo-trees again
She saw q rider draw his rein.
And, gazing down with timid grace,
She felt his pleased eyes read her face.
Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls;
The weary wheel a spinnct turned,
The tallow candle an astral burned,
And for him who sat by the chimney lug,
Doing and grumbling DER pipe and mug,
A manly form at her side she saw,
And joy was duty and love was law.
Thon she took up her burden of life again,
Saying only, at might have been.'
Alas for maiden alas for Judge,
For rich repinsr and household drudgei
God pity them bothl and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams OF youth recall.
For of all sad words Of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: at mighthaye beenl /
Alb, welll for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;
And, in the hereafter angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away
CoMPLIMExrARy.-Wef find The following I
card in the Waco Examiner;
Card.
A man about fifty-fvo years of
age, hair little gray, about five
feet nine inches high, rather shah /
bily dressed, deUilish good appetite, /
and registering himself DIR. A.
Nephler, Galveston, stopped at the /
Waco House, August IA, 1869, and
~ IL carfember left without 4