The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-02-06
NV Unknown wife

| MY GAAnOHh WltSs
Shafts of rich moonlight thro' my room are
Peopling the voiceless air with fairy lite,
And through fancy's halls am roaming
Of thee, my future, fair unwedded wife
! Whatever skies above thy path are bending,
Whatever flowers around thy path are shed,
My warmest benediction on thy head
| God bless thee oh my wife
In life's wide journeyings, have never met
Nor listened to the music ofthy tongue?
What pleasures now delight-what ills be-
What secret woes have thy soft bosom
wrung?
Who is thy father-who the tender mother.
That led thee up in love and holy truth?
Who is thy sister-who the manly brother,
Who were the friends and playmates Of thy
My sweet, unwedded wife!
Where shall these pallid moonbeams watch
thee sleeping?
What snow-white drapery veil thy breast?
which OF Gods angels in His SANITY keep
Shall rock so rich treasure to her rest?
What are thy thoughts of this dark world of
In which we vainly strive, and watch, and
What thy anticipations of tomorrow,
Thy mingled murmors of the vanished
My loved and lovely wife!
What singing airs have wandered thro' thy
Since the last moon burst DER the Weakening
earth?
What are the gales that rain their fond ca
Upon the cline or valley of thy birth?
Will the gay blossoms of the next dawning
greet thee
With trembling, at the unknown toll in
Or, with glorious benediction greet thee,
That bids thy soul above the darkness soar? |
God bless thee, oh wife!
Hast thou once fondIy loved and been for
storing thy hearts deep treasures all in
Or calmly waited some sweet love to waken
The melody oflOve's delicious pain?
Hast thou known sorroW-seen thy loved
Go to the graves cold slumber one by one
Heard dust to DUST" OF all sad sounds, the
drearest,
Breatbed DER thy beautiful and dead-thy
own?
My wife, my stricken wife!
What are the beauteous forms that soar the
brightest,
Along that strange world-thy woman's
The lovely forms in which thou more de-
Than all the pageantries of wealth and art?
Do the bright birds and opening violets WOO
To trace the babbling brook and messy dell:
Whilst leaves and the green silence whis-
per to thee
S6CTeGS no loving tongue can tell so Well2 |
Oh art thou such, my wife?
I, too, have loved the shades-the silver
rushing
And Iute-ifke cadence of the vernal gale;
And hung in rapture on the rosy bIushing
To life of the fair children of the vale.
know that thou art beautiful-thy spirit
Rose-bound and wrapped in Gods sweet
What are the crowns and thorns that kings
TO the soft love-light in those trimming
eyes?
My wife, my radiant wife!
What is the beauty with which God hath
Hast thou the aspect of some Orient Queen ?
thee
rhe grace and music of a matches mien ?
It's thus to me-around thy form of splen-
4 wild transcendent radiance floats and
burns
20 calm, SO pure, so elegant and tender,
10 rise and meet thine own my spirit
My fair unwedded wife.
The locks that DER thy snowy temples wan
Wear they the ravens or the sunbeam's
hue?
Thine eyes where the bright soul comes
The midnight tinge or days meridian blue.
know not-yet thine own has all the glory |
That trembles around Aurora's radiant
Iot all the Goddess forms of Grecian story.
S ever One-half so beautiful as thou
My own, my future wife.
Jnstained art thou by wrong and earth
born passion,
\ lamb of the great Shepherds starry fold.
80 minion in the halls OF soTdid fashion,
bought with smile and fora bauble sold. |
The things that move thee vain are weak to |
shake thee,
Thy eyes are straining towards another
goal;
When the Lord Christ unto his side shall
take thee,
While shouts ascend and halliluiah roll
Gods chosen child, my wife.
DO thy lips still wear the rich vernal beau
iivsn by young girlhOOds pure and rosy
Or have long years and toilsome heaven
ward duty I
Brought the ripe tinge ofroyal womanhood?
know not-yet know that 1 shall love
thee,
n thy calm saint-like eyes and woman's
heart; !
And for Gods glorious walks around, above
If which thou art so fair and bright a part
My wife, my unknown wife
Yes, tho thou knOwest me not, yet shall
iy gentle wife, in Gods appointed time:
Nhen heart to heart my soul shall rise to
greet thee
With new born life, and hope, and faith l
sublime.
md know that He who marks the falling
sparrow"
md robes the summer liIies-guards his
own
md leads thro' strength and weakness.
bliss and sorrow,
heir feet in paths which they had never '
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