Idaho tri-weekly world. (Idaho City, Idaho) 1875-1875, 1875-03-14

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T;ss,nc mil sense into empty wcruS
Poor lille unn,othered1 babe! Tn
want Of all this will come to you
Time will not fail to set in your young
month this heaft-cry of Aurora Leigh
S II her hiss
Had left longer weight upon my hps.
+, u,ishf hxye sfeadicd the uneasy oxO,@u'
And reoorcjled and fratefnixed my eooi
With the new order. As II Is noeso'
feel mother want about the world
And stili go seeking. like bleanng amp am
Teff ont st night in shutting up the 'oao-
AZ restless Is q nes.-deserted bird.
Gown sin through something being away
though what
1t knows not SOS
Nelliel Nellie! Does the knowi
edge of all this trouble your Does
thought of the tiny life, cast adr'ft OIL
a stormy ocean, which little wrong
turning of the rudder may send eithe.
10 heaven or hell, stir the motherhood
o. questioning heart! Shall the
CLAW saw unto the potter, Why hast
thou made me thus? A voice from the
heavens crieth, BE still and know that
am God"
The snow is very deep, and white
and cool. Nellie lies afathom beneath.
There is no snow upon the grave; the
earth is fresh heaped. The house has
a vacant emptiness about 1t; every
where it breahes of terrible loss. In
her room all that could remind or give
pain has been carefully folded and
packed away. One little slipper, bear
ing the print of the dear foot, some
how, has been overlooked; the husband
picks it up tenderly, as if the touch
might tarnish it. passionately and rev.
erently kisses ii. then locks 1t away
from human sight as dear forget-ine-
not of lost hope. He turns into the
library and takes up book-the very
book she was reading last with the
leaf turned down at the corner where
she left off; she always had a fashion
of turning down the leaves of her
book, like school girl, and marking
that she loved the most He
strides from the room, across the hall.
as if compelled by some uncomfortable
impulse. enters the parlor, filings open
the shutters, and stands represscd
volcano before the portrait over the
mantle. Oh. the agony Of strong,
mpetuous nature. The grief Of al or
linary man is as Incompatible 10 il as
4 genuine diamond is Incompatible
with paste. \ nature
Iarse-roanded as tie globe
must necessarily bear the measurement
If a worlds anguish. and that man
who comes forth from the 5scveu.ui.
neat Of the furnace with his humanity
and his faith in God uutarnishcd il
most God-iike, and stands nearest hcay-
en. with hope arching his future in
both worlds; for they who arc longest
N the cruciblc, Drawing its white hat,
show the purest lives; they who suffer
most here, are capacitated 10 enjoy
most there. But the desolate heart,
standing silent in the grandur of lis
mighty grief, has yet to learn It's lesson
IF submission. There must come to i; |
he blackness of a startless. moonless
hight before it can see the glory of the
iawnlng, the agony Of Ge.hsemanc be
ore it can feel the after-Guiet which |
shall be eternal. The sad, slow steps
30 out of the parlor-out Of the front
ioor, and down the street. The sor-
'owfnl, defiant heart fees the thick
'trewu memories Of the lonely house;
hey are too newly gathered TO give
oy; their fragrance is full Of subtle
pain. He closeth himself with the
nusty books Of his downtown office. |
)oes he find nepenthe? An invisible
rand with invisible agencies pictures
he dead face on every page. There is
quick whirring of wings-Nellie
tands by his side-her arms are about
us neck in the old loving manner; her
breath floats on his cheek, her lips touch
us, her voice falls on her ear, sweet
ND clear as silver bells. Oh, the &c
tacy! After all it was but a frightful
|ream He opens his arms and clasps
flank vacuity. God! it is frightful |
te bows his head with the look of a
nan who has lost hopes of either
World. Yet, oh despairing heart, be
trong, be brave, be patient. Time
will soften every grief The years will
ONE and go, and the face that haunts /
on now will be faint and dim as al,
ong-remembered dream. You with
herish it fondly still, but it will mol,
)nper pIvp Won main Tho h:<%o.