Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-03-17


we're well indeed If icy hearts were less;
ey may be sent like balmy dew, not fakes
cold. to lessen all our ills. our blessings
bless.
"Ah, icy-cold heart,
Poor passi6hless power,
In case made of glass;
Shut out from the shower
OF dew giving grace
To the bud as il blows;
What magical art
Can make thee impart
The beauty which glows
In sweet girls face
The lovely ripe beauty
Which bushes and blows
In sweet girls fAce.
"Ah. icy-cold heart.
How chilly to pass
Thy days in a shade.
With cobwebs array'd
All over your glass;
Where spiders At by,
Dark as clouds on the sky
Beetles and spiders
On thy beauty, alas,
To linger and liel
How small is the measure
OF thy passion or pleasure,
OF thy happiness joyant.
OF thy blessedness buoyant,
Of thy love and its fears.
OF thy hope and its tears
OF thy love and thy hope and thy joy.
That turn, in their birth,
To paradise earth?
Yet you in your glass
Are out of the rain
The snow and the rain
The tempests Of pain
Ever beating and blowing;
Meier quaffing the cup
OF tenderness flowing
Out Of the soul
The love-lighted nectar
That flows from the soul.
No silence 90 sad
As the silence of soul,
Which leaves like the holly
A soft melancholy
Shade on the knoll
A sweet-scented glade,
Where pansies express,
As pert as a fairy,
The great loveliness
OF bitterness airy.
"a naiad you're not.
Nor satyr, nor faun,
To skip in the dawn,
Kissing and quafiins
The due on the grass,
Looking and laughing
At clouds as they pass
From the east to the west.
From the north to the south
Laughing and quaffing
With ruby-red mouth.
"Still you're confronted;
Too gracious TO pout
At the follies that flow
Prom a whimsical brain,
At the terrors that glow
In the eye of Disdain,
When the sunshine again
Tomorrow in beauty
Rides gloriously up.
And the cloud and the rain
Not even lanented.
ITO thee there's no duty
To lavish the breath
Bestow'd for our good
On the shadows Of death;
No signing nor sobbing,
Wretchedly robbing
The world Of smile
All precious and pure
A love-waking smile,
As the sun fings outdoor,
"A passive recluse,
Pent up in pile,
An icy-cold dwelling,
As dull rs a tomb
A erystalized room.
Whose roofing or rafter
Ae'er rings with the laughter
OF jOyOusness yelling
Out Of the SOUL
Tho music of soul
The heart stretches after.
Hark, out in the woods
j. a eladsOme wild glee
From birds; and the bee
il buzzing a sonnet
To Spring, as she brings
Life 10 the rose.
And tendefly rinFs.
As fast a. she hies.
Sweets from her wings
And beauty upon il;
And joyously sings
The lark az be goes
Up 10 the skies
The anthem Of praise
From little birds rise.
"While natures IN gles,
Still you must be
As blind as a bat.
Ae dull az a stone.
The Wretched alone
Murmur and.moan
A. the shadows that fall
90 their holiday path;
But you in your berth
Ne'er welcome the Spring.
As she opens the seed
And melloas the birth
Offruits tapping life
On the bosom Of earth
The many-hued fruits
That spring mp and grew
On the bosom 81 earth.
mo smiling nor glowing.
No pleasure nor pains.
While beauty's a-oioHinG
Ont here In our sight.
Which every beholder
Halls with delight.
But colder and colder
A statue remainst
Worse cen than the lat
In clammy cold vapor
While winter i king.
Which comes 10 the light
On ueb-footed wing
To worship the Spring,
And revel and caper,
But let the bees burI
And the birds uarbie,
There's many q bsart
n the wcrld abroad
- -, - ibis statue.
Iho' net nads q Maria"