Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1875-09-17
THE MINERs BErRoTHALs
BY Join 5AMEs P1Arr.

BY JOHN JAMES PIATT.
The miner kissed his maiden bride. "Upon
st. Lucia's Day,
Their blessing on our lives, fastbouDd, the
priestly palms shall lay;
Then we will build our lucky nest in summer
trees together,
Where Peace and Love, like singing birds,
shall keep their sunny weather"
Yesterday came The sabbath'day; oh, bright
ly everywhere
The earth was wreathed divinely with the
heavenly halo-air;
And In the village chapel, for the second time
proclaimed,
The holy bans were spoken, and the happy
morrow named.
Good-morning," at her window nov he
greets her, going by,
Down to the midnight mine all day-her
smiles her bright reply:
GOOD morning. in his heart 1t sings, and
merrily and fast
From her sweet sight he ganished-far away
into the pastl
Glad-hearted plays her needle, and her work
is made OF song;
Fancles at loving work for Love tighten slow
Time along.
Slowly the morning dies and slow the even
ing hours depart,
And In her cheek the roses climb-their fra
GRANGE fills her heart.
Fifty long years OF happy Junes and
dreafy, dark Decetnbersl
Fifty long years OF smiles and tears--bright
firesides, dying embersl
Fifty long years-on what strange shores
have crawled their broken wavesi-
How far away their echoes dead drop down
in memory's cavesl
Old crowns from dust CLEAN, buried, and old
scepters lie forgot;
Old prisons, earthquakc-shaken low, have
opened doors for Thought;
Gray, giant slumberers have walked with
blindness in their eyes;
The West has rounded toward the East more
manly destinies.
Some miners toll within mine one morning
bright and fair,
In olden excavations deep below that morn.
ing air;
When 10! a dreamer lying there, asleep in
youth benign!
And with his dream about him, fresh, they
bring him from the mine.
him, Who is hep
Lying a dreamer all alone, man OF mys-
terry?
Full of the lUve-dream long ago, he seems a
dreamer now;
Yesterdays kiss is in his heart, this morn.
ings on his brow!
They are all gone, they are all gone, the
close-familiar faces;
Old footsteps falter far away, old echoes lose
their places;
No father, no mother, no brother, steals
among that crowd to see
And find his lest face in their hearts, buried
memory.
But who is she that comes, her hands long
weary with their part?-
From the old coffin of her love he wakens in
her heartl
Love only sleeping there like him leaps up as
live and young
As when the dews OF the far days to Maying
roses clung.
Her eyes unblinded by the years of patient
waiting pain,
She claims him for her own, long-lost; she
clasps him back again;
To a true heart she clasps him back; her
wrinkled features trace
LIES paths of sorrow fifty years-Death has
not seen his face!
Good morning" long ago he said; he comes
to say "Good-even."
Love that has lived so long on earth has
molted wings for heaven.
a few more days, the appointed time, Death
will the blessing say:
She knows her fixed betrothal, and she waits
the wedding day.
*The story is related of a young miner, some
where in the north Of Europe, whose body was
found fifty years after his death by the falling in
of a mine, preserved life-ike by some chemical
property in the earth, and was recognized onl J
by the faithful woman, grown old and withered,
to whom he had been betrothed.-APpietons