Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1872-04-14

Butthou, the loved
And fondly cherished idol of my life,
Thou dear tw1n-sptrit OF my deathless SOUL
Twill be the keenest anguish OF my heart
To part from thee. True, we have never loved
with the wild passion that NILS heart and
brain
Is my LIES life. a deeper, holier love
Has newer sighed and wept beneath the stars,
Or glowed within the breasts OF saints In
heaven.
It does not seem a passion of my heart,
1t Is a portion Of my soul. feel
That l am but a sofJened shade Of thee
And that my spirit, parted nom thine own,
Might fade and perish from the universe
Like a s~tar-snadow when the star itself
Is hidden blythe storm-cloud. Ay,1 fear
That heaven Itself, though filed wtthlove and
WIN be 70 me all desolate, II thou,
Dear spirit, art not there. I've often prayed
That I might die before thee, for I felt
I could NOT dwell without thee on the earth,
And now my heart is breaking at the thought
or dying while thou lvest, tori feel,
Ny LIES dear idol, that I cannot dwell
Without fhee1n the sky Yet welI know
That love like ours, 50 holy, pure and high,
80 FAR above the passions Of the earth,
Twill brighten TO a lovely star, and glow
In the far ages OF eternity,
More beautiful and radfent than when first
Twas kindled into glory. on l love,
I dearly love thoe-these VIII be my last,
Ny dying words upon the earth, and they
WIN be my first when we shall meet In
And when ten thousand my1tads of years
shall fade into the past eternity,
Ny soul viii breathe the same dear words to
1 Hove thee, OH lilo theei
Ny pulse Of life is hutteriug at my heart,
And oon twill cease forever. These faint
Are the last echoes of The spirits chords
Stirred by the breath Of memory. Bear me,
love,
I pray thee, 10 yon open window now,
That I may look once more on Natures face
And listen 10 her gentle music-tone,
Her holy voice Of love. How beautiful,
How very beautiful, are earth and sea,
Andthe o'erarchtng sky TO one whose eyes
Are soon 10 close upon the scenes of tInei
Yon blue lake sleeps beneath the lower
crowned hill
with his sweet picture on her breast the white
And rosy cloudsRre floating through the air
Like cars of happy spirits; every leaf
And flower are colored u the crimson hues
OF the rich sunset, as the heart is ttnged
By thoughts Of Paradise and the far trees
seem as II leaning, like departed souls,
Upon the holy heavens. And looki oh look
1on lovely star, the glorious evening star,
And dews Of earth, like the bright star of faith,
Above our mortal tears! Ineier before
Beheld the earth so green,t the sky so blue,
The sunset ana the star Of eve so bright,
And soft, and beautiful; / never felt
The dewy twilight breeze SO calm n fresh
Upon my cheek and brow; / never heard
The melodies of wind, and bird, and wave,
FAN with such sweetness on the ear. 1 know
That heaven is full Of glory, but q God
or love and mercy will forgive the tears,
Wrung from the fountain Of my fra1l young
By the sad thought Of parting with the bright
dlovely things on earth.
M dear one, now
1 feel that my poor heart must bid farewell
To thine. }! no, no, dearest not areweil
For oft I VIII be with thee on the earth,
Although my home be heaven. AT eventide,
When thou art wandering by the silent
stream,
To muse upon the sweet and mournful past, .
I viii walk with thee, hand in hand, and
share
Thy gentle thoughts and fancies; In thy grief,
When al seems dark and desolate around
Thy bleak and lonely pathway, I VIII glide
Like a bright shadow DER thy soul and charm
Away thy sorrow; in the quiet hush
or the deep night, when thy dear head Is laid
Upon thy pillow, d thy spirit Graves
Communion with my spirit; I win come
To nerve thy heart with strength, and gently
lay
Ny lip upon thy forehead with a touch
n The soft kisses OF the southern breeze
DER bowers of roses; when the wild,
Dark storms Of life beat hercely on thy head,
Thou wilt behold my semblanee on the cloud,
A rainbow to thy spirit; l viii bend
At times above the fount within thy soul,
And thou wilt see my image In its depths,
Gazing into Thy dark eyes with a smile
As I have gazed IN Life; and I wiz come
To the in dreams, my spirit mate and we,
With ciaspfng hands y INTERVENING wings,
VIII nightly wander o er the starry deep,
And by the blessed streams OF paradise,
Loving IN heaven as we heveIoved on earth.