Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-11-21

~. ~ INT NnahSeLhS oOlnBs EOE many
4 sc Spirit saw as the years grew on
hshis check grew wanner, his bright eye
-Ehons
happy and bright; for he dwelt, behold,
fffe men and women were hesping gold
oonniing gems, and yellow CLEAN
aowed the slgEt and darkened the dream
Us gentle face; and by lampIight now
Nd and pondered with pallid brow
mighty tones, and the DARK tones told
- cystic manners OF fincing gold.
3 loved, was disappointed, and
Pt hideCUs orgies" and after time
anne s warrior.
ny to tell and weary 20 hear
tCnangellng's colngs for many year!
rg TO tell how the Spirit dim
ming In misery FOLLOWED him,
Whene'er she gazed on his features now,
~ .cile bearded chin ECd the brui Al brow,
z shuddered, and ever whene'er she crept'
j. = ID the tent where the warrior slept
nesaW on his hand bloOd-red STAIN
8 she kissed the stain again and again
a. her mad. cold lipS-but it would not 90
l.s.o -.lked with a foot of snow
-. b. llg lied; ana the Moon on high
"A ithrO' the finn OF starry sky,
IL shed,
# g. iaed ON the dreadful drifisof dead,
81 - She saw him standing amid IL all,
. j ng and bloody, CHASTITY and tall,
- "a hand on his moaning horses name!
~ ilth AhGt WAS awful Win itftlt M pam.
! mis- eyes were msd-fOr beneath him lay,
lyertDE there in tue pale mOOuray,
founded foe, while with dexter hand
held alolt a b cody brand
pave him down!
Before his look
snent the Spirit Mother shook;
Il not hear her, he could not see,
Sshriek'd n Dad in her agony
Z ID all round MIN like one in dread
once nom heaven Or ghost from the
dead,
ne sneaJhed his sword with shudder
.1aOn,
"a The light Of the lonely Moon. =
white Moon!
zee him next at four score years of
ne sO-rowful aud repentant Abbot
81. He sits in the open air re aiding his
soll a9d longing for death.
The air is chill,
. BE light is low, but he resdeth still,
Rambling the sacred wprds aloud;
I'd ever his weary neck Is bowed
she name or Mary and every saint;
~ hile ever fainter and more FAINT
is voice doth grow as he murmureth:
Holy of Holes, drink my breath!
TOr am sick Of tue sinful light"
81 Toe sun hath snnken out OF sight
- the cloudy west sfar away
II My groweth, chilly and gray
a u who Is this with steps so Sill
i fning yonder beyond the hiil2
ger the peaks with a silvern thread
;ashing, then rising overhead
= the open heaven OF golden JuEe2
p Moon! white Noon!
Down the mountain and into the Mere
~ ne pale ray 18th, so silveTn clear,
md Il ereepeth silently over al,
u II shlneth full on the A Obot Paul,
u here he sits 60 stiil. Oseel o see!
Psler, siiiler, groweth he.
But his eyes still burn with dyinggleam,
Wnile ltint, afar of, as in a dream,
He bears a murmur, he sees a light.
Silently, Silly, marble white,
>5Sft and pure as the mOonray dim,
calling, OutstrUtching her arms TO him
His spirit Mother upriseth now!
a light not human is on his brow,
A Hight not human is in his eyes
Fold by fold, like dark disguise,
vine mortal dress i dropping away;
Silently, slowly, sinks the clay;
His eyes see clear Oy some mystic spell,
And ne k3oweth the gentle presence well,
so Mother, MothGr!"
She aBswereih low:
s'Co1le from the CLEAN or the golden glow,
From the wicked hush OF the fever'd strife,
Back 70 the mystical moonlight life.
Toy hes Z is heavy, thy sense is drear,
Weary with wandering many ear
Come from the s0rrows Of the sun!
Ny own pale darling, my nutle one"
-, Mother! Mother"
Are round his neck, and she kisseth him!
She snnoolhs his hair with a gentle hand,
And she sings n song Of the moonlight land;
He listens and listens, but still in a dream
looking sfar OF his dark eyes g.esm,
Beyond her, tnro her, at some strange thing
There on the hilltop, becEoning!
&ead in his chair lies the Abbot Paul,
a shape stands by him, stately and tall,
another shape upon her knee
wing up in agony.
o her! Mother the dark shape cries,
iaziug on her with gentle eyes
Il . Mother, Mother, 1 cannot stay
a voice is calling Aiar away
Up the shining trace OF the sun,
Past the Track II the SilveTn moon.
Further, higher, my path must run
L have found soul. aud thou hast thy boon
And the soul Is a scOurge, ana the scourge is a
fire,
And u shoots me onward 10 St-iVe and soar,
Fer this Is the end OF thy hearts desire
rest not, stay not. forevermoTe.
% kiss me, Mother, before CO."
They kiss each other, those Shapes Of snow,
They cling in the moonlight, they kiss each
other
"Chne, my Chi!d!' and "Mother! Mother!r
Silently, swiftly, lhrO' the air
Rise enc ike 4 meteor fair,
Rlseih one with "A last Wild cry,
While one sinks down in a swOon,
And whittier, brighter, over ne SKY,
BusnCih the light OF taat night OF june
o Moon! sad MoOni SD Noon!