The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1874-04-24
I'll Know Thee There.

I'll Know Thee There.
q. D. Prentice said: "No living poem
can surpass in beauty the foil owing
lines, from the muse of Amelia
Pale star. that with thy soft, sad light,
Comes out upon my bridal eve,
have song to sing tonight,
Before thou takest thy mourntul
leave.
Since then. 80 softly time has stirr'd
That months have almost seemed like
hours,
And I am like little bird
That slept too long among the flowers,
And, waking, sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing mid the shades of even
But, OIL with sadder heart sing
sing of one who dwells in Heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thought my heart be-
guiles,
AZ, floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out in
smiles;
And to the green. resounding shore
In silvesy troops the ripples crowJ,
Till all the ocean, dimpled DER,
Lifts up its voice and laughs a!old;
And star on star, all soft and calm,
Float up yon arch. serenely blue;
And lost to earth and stepped in balm,
My spirits float in ether, too.
Loved one! though lost to human sight,
feel thy spirit lingering near;
And softly-as I feel the light
That trembles through the atmos-
phere,
AS in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hushed
the prayer
A solemn awe the soul pervades,
Which tells that worship has bee u
there;
A breath of license, left alone,
Where many censer swung around;
Which thrills the wanderer like to one
Who treads on consecrated ground.
know thy soul. from worlds of bliss,
Yet stoops awhile to dwell with me;
Hath caught the prayer I brcathed il
this,
That at last might dwell with thee;
l hear murmur from the seas,
That thrills nc like thy spirits signs !;
hear voice on every breeze,
That makes to mine its low rcr,ics-
\ voice aii low and sweet, like thine;
1t gives an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from Heavca-a
That will know aud mec. thee there.
III know thee there by that sweet face,
hound which q tender halo plays,
Still touched with that OK xpressiye grace.
That made thee lovely all thy days;
Gy that sweet smile that DER it shed
A beauty like the light of even,
Whose sof. expression never fled,
Even when its soul had fed to Hea-
ven;
LII know thee by the starry crown
That glittcrs i'll thy raven hair;
Oh! by these blessed sights alone,
Ill know Thea there, I'll know thee
there!
ror, oh! thine Dyes, within whose sphere
The sweetest youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and Boftness here,
Must swim in love and softness yet;
For, ah! it's dark and liquid beams,
Though snddeued by q thousand sichs.
We're hoiier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise
We're bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve;
100 sad for eyes where smiles are born;
loo young for eyes to learn to grieye.
l Wonder if this cold, swee. breeze
Hath touched thy lips and famed thy
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recalls :hee 70 my memory now;
For every hour we breathed apart
vii! but increase. If that can be,
The love that fills this lonely heart,
Already filed 80 full OF thee;
Yet many tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep,
And you and shall meet in Heaven