The Republican journal., 1869-02-25
Aoetrp.
TO ONE IN HEAVEN.

George D. Prentice himself of the most gifted
mercan bards-thinks that living poet can surpas
gracefuness and beauty of the following INES roi
e muse of Amelia Welby. They are exceedingly peal
full.
Pale star, that with thy soft sad light
Came out upon my bridal eve,
have song to sing tonight,
Before thou tak'st thy m0urnful leave.
Since then SO softly time hath sirrd,
That months have almost seemed like hour
And am like a little bud
That slept too long among the flowers
And waking, sits with waveess wing,
Soft singing mid the shades of even,
But oh, with sadder heart sing
sing of one who dwells IN Heaven.
The winds soft, the clouds few
And tendercst thoughts my heart begulle,
AS floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out and smiles
And to the green resoundlnS shore
In silvery troops the rpples crowd,
Till all the ocean dmpied DER,
Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud;
And star on 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,
softly as feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere;
As in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hushed the prayer,
solemn awe the soul pervades
Which tells that worship had been there
A breath of incense, lett alone
Where many Il censor swung around,
viii thrill the wandcrer like tone,
Who treads on consecrated ground
know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
That stoops awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer breatled in thu,
That at last might dwell with thee.
hear Il murmur from the seas,
That thrills me like thy spirit siSh9;
hear voice in every breeze,
That makes to mine Its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine;
1t gives an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven, a sign
That shall meet and know thee there
III know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which tender halo plays,
Std touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days
BY that sweet smile that Ger it Shed
A beauty like the light OF even,
Whose soft expression never tied
Even when its soul had flown to Heaven,
I'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in thy raven hair
oh by these blessed signs alone
III know thee there-ill know thee Their.
For ali thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweets OF youth and beauty met,
That SWAIN in love and sOtness here,
Must swim in love and sottneSS yet.
For ali its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddcned by Il thousand signs
Were hoer than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise
Were bright and radiant the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve;
leo sad for eyes where smiles born,
Too young for ears that learn to gricye.
/ wonder If this cool sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and fann'd thy brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recall thee to my memory now
For every hour We breathe apart,
VIII but increase. if that Can be.
The love that fills this little heart,
Already hlle1 full of thee.
Yet many tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven
Fer these pale lids shall sink 10 sleep
Fer thou and shall meet in Heaven