Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1874-05-23
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poem can surpass in beauty the follow
ing lines, from the muse OF Amelia j
Pale star, that, with thy sad soft light,
Came out upon nay bridal eve,
have song to sing tonight,
Before thou takest thy mournfu leave.
Since then so softly time has stirred
That months have almost seemed like
hours,
And I am like little bird
That slept too long amid the flowers,
And, waking, sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing mid the shades Of even ;
But, oh with sqdder heart | sing
l sing of one who dwells in Heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thought my heart be-
guiles,
As, floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out IN
smiles
And to the green, resounding shore
In silvery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimpled Ger,
Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud;
And star Oh star, all soft and calm,
Floats up yon arch, serenely blue,
And. lost to earth, and stepped i'll balm,
Ny spirits float in ether, toe.
Loved one though lost to human sight,
] feel thy spirit lingering near
And softly, as / feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere,
AS in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn, and hushed
the prayer,
A solemn awe the soul peryades,
Which tells that worship has been
there
A breath of incense, left alone,
Where many a censer swung around,
Which thrill the wanderer like to one
Who tresds on consecrated ground.
1 know thy soul, from worlds Of bliss,
Yet stoops awhile TO dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer l breathed IN
this,
That l at last might dwell with thee;
hear a murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirits sighs;
I hear a voice on every breeze
That makes to mine It's low replies
A voice all low aud sweet like thine ;
1t gives an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven sign
That | will know and meet thee there.
III know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days,
By that smile that oer shed,
A beauty like the light Of even,
Whose soft expression never fled
Even when its soul had fled to Heavens;
I'll know thee by thy starry crown
That glitters on thy raven hair
Oh !! by these blessed signs alone
III know thee there, III know thee
there.
For ah! thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweetest youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and beauty yet.
Fer ah its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by a thousand sighs
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates Of paradise
Were bright rnd radiant as the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve,
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes 10 learn to grieve.
I wonder if this cold, sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and tannax thy
brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee TO my memory now
For every hour we breathe apart
Will but increase, if that can be,
The love that fills this lonely heart,
Already filled so full of thee,
Yet many tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink 10 sleep,
And won aod 7 eball meAt in Heaven