The Republican journal., 1874-12-17
Tho Bride at the Mause,
BY DIR. J. q. HOLLAND.

This is our little Manse,, he said.
Now look with both your curious ewes
Around, above and overhead,
And seeing all things, realize
mat they are ours, and we are wed,
Walk through these freshly sarnished rooms
These. halls of oak and tinted pearl
Ana mark the cups of cloyer-booms,
Sut ifesh TO greet the Stranger-grl,
BY those whose kindliness illumes.
The house beyond the grace Of flowers!
lney greet YOU, manled by my name,
And rain their tenderness in Showers
Responding TO the double claim
OF love no longer mine but ours
This is our parlor plain and sweet:
Your hands shall make it half divine
That wide, old-tashioned window seat
Beneath your touch shall grow a shrine;
And every nooklet and retreat.
And every barren ledge and Shelf
onai wear charm beyond the boon
OF treasure bearing drift, or delft
OF dreams that fiutter from the moon:
For 1t shall bios som with Yourself
This is my study; here. alone.
Prayerful to Him whom | adore,
And gathering speech to make him known.
our lar, quick footsteps on the floor.
Your breezy robe, Your cheerful tone,
As through our pretty home YOU speed
The busy ministries of life.
" Ill STIR ME sWlttcr than my creed.
And be more musical, dear wife.
IMAM sweep of harp, or pipe of reed.
Here is our fairy hall,
see how II opens to the East
And looks through elms The board is small
But what 1t bears shall be feast
Al morn, and noon. and evenfall
There will you sit in girlish grace
And catch the sunrise in your hair:
And looking at you. from nv place
shall behold more sweet and fair
The morning in your smiling face
And guests shall come and guests Shall 90
And break with US our daily bread
And sometime-Sometime- YOU know:
hope that-dearest. lift your head.
And let me speak it soft and low
The grass is sweeter than the ground,
= an love be better than its flowers
On, sometllne-sOmetlme-i the round
OF coming years, this board of ours
nope may blossom and abound
With shining curls, and laughing eyes
And pleasant jeStS and merry words
And questions full of life'S surprise
And light and music, when the birds
Have left u TO our gloomy skies.
Now mount with me the old oak stair,
This is your chamber-pnk and blue
they asked the color Of Your hair
And draped and fitted all for you,
Ny hne brunette, with tasteful care
The linen IS as white as snow;
The flowers are set on every sconce;
And cen the cushioned pin-heads show
Your formal ''welcome,' for the nonce.
TO the sweet home their hands bcStow
Declining to the rivers marge.
see, from this window, how the turf
Runs with thousand flowers in charge
10 meet the silver feet of surf
That fly from every passing barge.
Along that reach Of liquid light
Flies Commerce with her countless keel>
There the chained Titan in his might
Turns slowly round the grooming wheels
That drag her burdens, day and night
And now the red sun filings his kiss
Across its waves from finger tips
That pause and grudgingly dismiss
The one he loves 10 closer lips.
And Moonlight> quiet hour of bliss.
And hear comes Dinall with the steam
OF evening cups and evening food
And coal-red berries quenched with cream.
And ministry of homey good
That proves. my dear, we do not dream