The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-07-20
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From the Cincinnati Enquirerl
The Reconciliation.

The Reconciliation.
Well, Abel. rve read the papers, and can't
see any flaw.
Though curious trade I'm thiLkin' Is the
one they call the law.
We who have lived together 90 long, By
night as well as day,
Must turn orr backs on each other. and each
60 different WY.
I've never done much writin'. and don't care
now to begin,
AMI to put my name to them papers would
seem to me like a sin.
This IS the Law ofmsn. Abel, but what does
the good book say
-Itsays there's but one good reason for put
tin wife away.
have been true to you, Abel, and that you
viii not deny,
Through ali the thirty years AID odd that
time has hastened by,
And though I've been sharp Of my tongue
and let it wsg too free,
Can you call that Bible reason for partin'
!. you and me
I know was always jarrin', and letting fly
my tonguei
It was always our greatest failin' since you
and was y'ung.
But thinkia' it over calmly, as you sit in
your chair Tonight,
know you feel within your heart that 'tmy
bark was worse than my bite"
You remember in eighteen -forty-the year
that your mother died
How you came to our house one evenin', and
sat in the door and cried.
Twas the night we had our huskin', and the
neighbors from far and near
Had come to attend the frolic, for We always
gave good cheer.
And out in the clean swept barn-yard there
lay the golden pile
Flooded with yellow moonlight that on it
seemed to smile,
While now and then the blood-red esrs were
joyously torn out,
And kisses stolen from rosy lips with many
a laugh and shout.
missed you after little, and soon l hur-
ried away
For knew. you'd been down hearted for
many weary day,
And I'd loved you, Abel, truly, year, and
may be more
And feaine to comfort ,u-but you were
crying in the door.
The tears came into my eyes at that, and
though l as always shy,
I sat close down beside yoT, and together we
both did cry;
And you folded your arms around me, and
drew me to yo@r breast,
And within their fold till now I've founI
woman's perfect rest.
When next the birds sang in the trees, and
flowers luxuriant grew,
crossed the crimson fields Of joy, and gave
myself to you
And hand in hand we promised then down
life's long road to go;
Tke tears will fall-for that, a, as, was thir-
ty years ago.
And children blessed our union; there was
little Jack and Sue,
And Willie, fair, with golden hair, who
looked so much like you.
But one by one they passed away before the
reaper's rod,
And now are shining angels before the
throne Of God,
loved them, Abel, husband! And can you
wonder, thea,
II my voice took on harsher tone and my
face q look Of paint
A woman has many q secret cross man
can never know,
And little things with him, to her are har-
bingcrs of woe.
I've struggled with my temper and had
many secret cry
After you and had quarTeled-when no
ole else was by;
! was always too proud to show It, ard hur-
ried to geti DER,
Instead Of both Of US crying together, like
thirty years before.
And now you have brought the papers and
BAY that VIC must part,
While thoughts rise up from buried years
and overwh-lm my heart,
And if should sign them, Abel, ana ou: in
the world yOueo,
We are sundered forcver-as far apart as
any two you know.
You are ffty-two next autumn, and your
hair is turning gray;
What viii you do for woman's help when
n hundred miles awayl
For ''rest is second naturor-and though I
am cross and sour,
You viii long for the old, familiar tones
through many lonely hour.
There's willie-named for the one We lost
lyin fast asleep on the bed,
If you're goin', go kiss before you go his
chubby checks so red
/ or I can not give him uP-thougn lose all
else beside
He is five years old next April, and for him
nearly died
His little arms unconsciously are clssped
around yolr neck,
HIS blHe eyes open wonderingly - Of gnef
they little reek;
The tears are falling down your cheeks, and
faster still they foW,
You cannot wring your heart-stringsl You
a0iH a0s, can not g0I
tear the papers one by Cre-I do not dare
to sign;
There is no need for rs to part-thero's
pam IN every linei
Well kufoi and ask of Him who gives His
erring creatures aid
For help hencefortk. TO smooth the Tuts our
Perverse wills have made
CISCBsSATI, June 3, 1871.