River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1872-09-27

natural, if we have friend, to wish
that friend to enjoy the happiness with
us. Regarding the readers of the Jour-
NAL as our friends, we invite them to
peruse the following sweet verses. We
know not the authors name, but find.
ing it in our copy drawer we give it to
our readers, for what it is worth. ED.
JoURNAL:1
"She is dead" they said to him. "Come
away;
Kiss her and leave her. your love is clay''
They smoothed her tresses of dark brown
hair;
On her forehead Of stone they laid il fair;
Over her eyes, which gazed toe much,
They drew the lids with gentle touch;
With tender touch they closed up we'll
The sweet, thin lips that had secrets to tell;
About her brows and beautiful face
They tied her veil and her marriage-lace,
And drew on her white feet her white silk
shoes;
Which were the whitest no eye could choosel
And over her bosom they crossed her hands
"Come away" they said, 'God under
stands"
And there was silence, and nothing there
but siltnce, and scents of eglantere,
And jasmine, and roses, and rosemary,
And they said, "As o lady should lie, lies
She"
And they held their breath as they left the
With a shudder, to glance at it's stiffness
aud gloom.
But he who loved her TOO well to dread
The sweet, the stately, and the beautiful
dead,
He liz his lamp and took the key
And turned it. Alone again--he and she.
lie and she; but she would not speak,
Though he kissed, in the old place, the
quiet cheek.
He and she; yet she would not smile,
Though he called her the name she loved
erewhile.
He and she; still she did not move
To any one passionate whisper of love.
Then he said, "Cold lips, and breast with
out breath!
Is there no voice! no language of death?
Dumb to the ear and still to the sense.
But TO heart and to soul distinct intense?
See now; will listen with soul, not ear;
What was the secret Of dying dear!
Vas it the infinite wonder of all
That you ever could let lifc's flower fall?
Or was it q greater marvel TO feel
The perfect calm DER the agony steals
Vas the miracle greater to find hsw deep,
Beyond all dreams, sank downward that
sleep?
Did life roll back its record, dear,
And show, as they say it does, past things
clear?
And was it the innermost heart of the bliss
TO find out so what wisdom love is?
o, perfect deadl O. dead most dear,
] hold the breath of my soul to hear!
listen, as deep as TO horrible hell,
AS high as TO heaven, aud you do not tell
There must be pleasure in dying. sweet,
To make you so placid from head TO feet!
would tell you darling. if were dead,
And 'twere your hot tears upon me shed.
would say, though the angel of death had
laid
His sword on my lips to keep it unsaid.
You should not ask vainly, with treaming
eyes,
Which of all deaths was the chiefest sur
prise;
The very strangest and suddcnest thing
OF all the surprises that dying must bring"
All, foolish world! Oh, most kind dead
Though she told me, who will believe it was
saidf
Who will believe what he heard say,
With the sweet, soft voice in the dear oil
way;
sThe utmost wonder is this-I hear,
And see you, and love you, and kiss you
dear;
And am your angel, who was your bride,
And know. that though dead, have never
died"
MARRIAGE would be easier and hap
pier if young women were taught the
principles of account keeping, aud sys-
tematic habits 10 respect to finances;
and if the young husband would take
his wife into his confidence, and make
the income and expenditures, and the
accumulation of the first few hundred
dollars matter of common interest.