The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-07-15

Seeking for the wildwood flowers
In those shady, cool retreats,
Where the sunbeams fall so lightly,
CHANGING through o'er-arching boughs,
And the brook, meandering softly,
In the noontide seems to browse.
There they wandered in the "June-time,' -
But they never more returned
All in vain l waited, listened,
All in vain sadly yearned
For theirvoices in the doorway
For their footsteps on the sIairs
Till the days to months have heightened
And the months have passed to years.
Have you seen them in the woodland?
Have you met them on their way,
lie they wandered from the city,
On that early summer day
Scarce had bloomed the sweet WHO
In those dewy woodland bowers,
And the fresh young oak-leayes glistene(
Radiant still with spring time showers.
Saw We not the little maiden,
Tossing back her sunny hair,
With smile that sent the dimples
Ripping DER her face so fair?
Heard ye not her joyous laughter,
Waking sily'ry echoes round ?
While her fairy feet went dancing
Gay and lightsome DER the ground;
With the blue,eyed boy beside her,
Caroling some merry lay
Fitting gaily hither, thither.
With the early flowers at play. 1a
And with voices sweetly Ginning
Full of wond'rous harmony,
Chanting some sweet childish anthem
In the pauses of their glee.
Or, when weary of their rambles,
Seated on the leaf-strewn ground,
In strange, prophetic hour
Building there q NOISY mound;
And with arms each other circling,
Whispering Of the Summer-Land--
OF their angel sister, "Lillie,"
Passed beyond the pearly strand.
Soon their violet eyes grew dreamy
With sad, mysterious light ~
Then an angel came and yelled them
Lovingly from earthly sight
Softly faded out the sunlight,
And .he summer eve was dim i.
When the spirit band scared heayeWard,
Chanting triumphant hymn.
Night with solemn shade closed gently
Round the dim, enchanted wood,
Where reposed the lovely earth-forms
OF the beautiful and good.
Day came with her glorious sunlight
Smiling on each heaven turned face,
Where the spirit, IN departing,
Left it's last sweet lingering trace.
Thus the days and thus the nights came,
Yet no tidings could be heard ;
But I waited and listened H
For football, or word e
Oh, in agony l waited
Till my soul grew dark with fears,
And the days that came and vanished,
Left an impress as of years.
Only seven the days had numbered,
But the last sweet hope had fed.
Oh, | knew my absent darlings
Must be umb'ring with the deadf
For in dreams saw their spirits
Bending from the star-lit skies,
With q look of angel pity
Beaming in their loving eyes.
Soon the tidings came. Oh, Father
Why did not my crushed heart break,
Ere from that deep trance of sorrow 81.
It should ere tie earth awake?
Wake-to list again in anguish
For those voices at the door,
Voices sweet, that may not murmur
Mother" sweetly, evemore.
On the hillside, where the pine trees
In the breeze their branhchs wave,
Through them falls in playful cheQuers
Shade and sunshine on grave;
There's little grave beside it,
Where sweet 'SLillie's" form was laid
She who faded meath the home-roof,
As the early roses fade. W at $50
But the aide grave-there, they tell me,
"Resting sweetly," side by side,
Are the two who 6 died " together,
But whom death cannot divide!
All. 1t is not there I seek them,
Though their earth-forms there repose,
For they come to me in visions,
When my weary eyes close.
Yes, they come with loving whispers,
Bringing hope and joy to me, @
Banishing my bitter anguish
With their gentle ministry;
I can feel their soft hands pressing
Lightly on my aching brow, a
When, in WEAKNESS and sorrow, .fs
Meath the cares of earth bow.
Oh they come in light and beauty,
Radiant in immortal life, as
And their fragrant breath floats round me-
With the scent of roses rife
Come, where violets are bloomiag,
Come where glitt'ring waters move,
Singing softly, "Loue these, mother,
They our spirit life will proge."
Feb. 8, 1868. 3 2 Faa ai.1