Vicksburg weekly herald., 1870-05-07
sUR sATURDAT NIGRr.
81 KHOv nor wHY l LOVE THEE. :"

Thus sang . young woman, a
wife, 9 mother.
We had ehAneed suddenly upon
thsn and there, within the wide
open door that oOurted the summer
evenings cooling breeze, sat the
husband and wife, the father and
the mother. She upon the music
steel at The piano he upon a chair
close bsaide her.
And baby Derched upon his shoul.
der.
But . brief listening pause, and
her voice hushed. Her last dying
notes had matted into fearful ST.
lence.
She turned, and kneeling beside
him whose affection was her only
hope for happiness, drew his head
gently down and impressed q tear
stained kiss upon his brow, q kiss
Of holy lOveand trust. With wo-
manly tenderness he returned it.
And the baby erOwed aud clapped
its little dimpled hands.
his was the brown hands and
face and the pale broad brow hers
the small soft face and slender
white hands. His the stout manly
form and his proud head covered |
with curly brown hair; hers the
1.-the grace Of wOmanhood and
rich masses Of long silky hair. His
the bold honest eyes Of q true man
her eyes had the tender sweetness,
the deep SOft love Of q faithful
woman.
Locking right into his brown
eyes she sang softly, II know not
why ] love thea" but she Sang no
more. She felt.a great world Of
love thrObbiBg impstuOuSly within
her heart for him; she felt its myS-
tsrious and marvellous power, but
why, oh, why this intense and un.
utteFable feeling for this one man
above and apart from ell humanity |
Why had she singled him out to
pour upon him the incalculable
wealth Of her hearth
And be, with those great brown
searching eyes Of his, what said
the love-lsnguAge Of his hearth
ThsiFtwO souls held sweet con.
verse In this witching eventide as
the deep red Of the sunset melt
Cd into the solemn night.
IN rapport they were in heart
and every thought that told its elO-
qusntand tender story from out her
sweet eyes met lie spiritual echo
from his quick responsive heart.
There are times too sacred for
words. Il is then the eyes are
windows Of the soul and looking
down into lie depths one may read
ils thoughts as from 9 scroll.
He saw the mighty love WELL
Ing hlm within her heart aud
knew bis own breast cent forth it's
responsive echoes. But whence
theawfnl mystery Of this exalted
passion2 In the sacred wonder.
ment Of their hearts they kissed.
And the baby eOOed.
Great, rough and needless man !
What makes you so sweetly tender
and cunning in the mute homage
Of your DEVOTION What is 1t
changes the bFusque, almost oOaFse,
impetuOsity Of his usual nature to |
sAs velveiy sOfIness Of the doves
OF shs still sWeeter tenderness Of
the woman's2
Whath Il drives out from your
heart thoughts Of self, of gain, OF
speculation, Of business, of dlslikes,
and Disappointment, and places
there instead The hollost and high
est resolves the truest self-abne-
cation, the purest spifiinality, the
most exalted manhood9
In this blessed evening, with her
fond arms entwining you, and her
faIr cheek impressed against yours,il
eye speaking 70 eye, and heart 70
heart Why is It that all else iS for
gotten ~ The good, the true and
he hesHanl2
9, isittha mighty mystery Of
lore thAihaa done an this9
zasimple iese tho alchemy chat!