The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1875-05-27
HIi1st fer Tie giHss
TIE LONE PRAIRIE GRAVE.
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II5T wildly % The igri-is ..agze
NoU gray tree Hiu-- biz naked arms
Aud how ike gentle ~gmBer s-ss
I g.-- hall I.r,.-enpi, hall homestead farms
With wIyiug uelI 81 wheat gnsh"rn-
Ana E"llTI ,. s.II-fIuH. GOLDEN '|ta.
S-e. Uir..r 500. ipne tree sentinel
No,i patriarch - Dir yiail koaT~
i..Iui,i that IS ivan U,--icsi DELI
That cataract. which SPRINGS and ieaIs
A'!pwl that rock steep dyhle-
I'Ha-a. down. thru sgil and CnA-iH rIEeI,
LIZ. fallen sUiFit- thrust from Heaven;
Born On tie mountains highest dome,
~ soon us sTlr!si away from home
A. smooth a. glass il downward nows,
Then leaps and fails, and falling SCREAMS
The wall a-c.nd. IN eternal SHOWS;
They weep ike some romantic mad,
And thro' the burrows course the streams
az -JrroW then in grand cascade
They dance and play among Ia" Ms
And singing plunge adoWn IN" cliffs
I util, with voice LAX. silver tell,
They touch the green and shzlc'! dell,
A nj ki-- the ipne-lnee sentinel
Watch well, - guardian tree, thy trust,
Wave Wild thy long arms DER the mound
The grassy grave-thai holds the dust
OF him who fell from mortal wound
Long years ago; they say twas just;
But where Wa man more br1iFt litiu nv
Or where Vas Christian more dcyOut
In all the region roundabout,
Than this bold man, % guardian tree
Guard well YOUR trust II say II, Ger,
And echo cries-'Guard well, guard well ~
Mayhap his spirit walls in Hell
But who's 20 blame, sage sentinel
He-Or those holy % men Of yOre-
Those smOOth-faced hypocTites OF Old
Who bzrtered souls for love of gold,
EKfglliuy All their agf- As good,
: nj wading on TO fame thrO' blood
ThrO blood and tears and walls Of woe
Not he r, not he not 50 not 50,
How bitter-sweet that life Of his
4 dream OF paradisal bliss;
4 dream that not all a dream,
For bliss was his and joy untold;
Peace, flowing ike a lmpid stream,
Ruled there supreme, until one morn
His Iose exposed its cruel thorn;
A viper ooiling fold on fold
4 cowIed priest with handsome face
And form Of matches, cOnely grace,
And silken purse well-lined with gold,
And pretty tales most sSeeiiy told,
Came meekly 20 his cottage door,
Aud raising toward the summer skies
His handsome, perjured, liquid eyes
Mock henedictiOns gan TO pour
Upon the family dwelling there,
And then, with humbly folded hands,
He asked blessing on tie bands
That held those two fond hearts As one;
That they might never know a care
No cloud obscure their golden sun.
Alas they little knew that he
Their blacklist cloud in life would lie.
lie ate their hraai-he felt their cheer,
This cOmeiy wolf in Christian garb
His tOngue-bewitching, poisoned barb
His shrewd deceit and pTiestly gear,
Were blinds TO all his inward life.
His purpose was to watch and pYey''-
To make a victim Of the wife,
Then -erpent-Iike 10 crawl away.
The husband, called away at night,
To watch beside dying friend
Returned at dawn, To Sc the end
Di all his hOpes-a damning blight
A cloud Of midnight blackness hung
Around his once most happy home.
Gon cascade dashed itself TO foam
The wind 4 sad, low requiem sung,
And y"n gray tree, a. if in fear,
stood shiyeTing ia every limb,
And red-topPed peonies, tall and slim,
Nodded, a if TO welcome him,
And wcpi dew-lrUps upon the ground
Where gently swells that grassy mound.
He op'ed the door and entered in
-, God oou man commit such sim
lie saw by young Days mystic wand,
Dell work of bastard traitors hand >
His younl wife strangled in her bed
Her babe, upon her bosom, dead
She yielded to that handsome face
Thai comely form Of manly grace;
And a. the dead no secrets tell
lie blessed, then thrust her into He'll
She died in his first-last embrace
God the anguish 81 that houT'
The slpoechleSs, asunizing pain
The cruel Tangs the tortured brain
The pricst-the man of gold and bower
Like hummin.- bird had sought his bower,
And, plumed with rainbow diadsmi,
Drew honey from the fairest iloWcr,
And lyit him but the broken stem.
No tear-.lrop left his CLASSY eyes
No sigh escaped his manly breast
lie had no time for tears and signs,
He crayod first vengeance, then 10 rest
Under the damp and silent ground,
As now he SLEEPS beneath that mound.
He knelt upon the grassy glade;
He kissed bright and shining blade,
And swOre 10 sheath il in the breast
Of him, who, under guise OF friend,
Had brought his bliss 10 such an end.
The tales soon told, they met-one died
In hGrrId ihrpcs, On Won Fat stone,
With cleaning steel-poinl in his side.
Died-and, before the awful Throne,
Trembling, received the just decree
rom wen : y AiA-f'-Attf AAHHN Ailf-'-
Aud wail.G- leapod from Heaven TO Hell,
And angels Cricd-"AmeH :, lis well -
The husband. fatheT-craZcd and lone,
Slsrang from the hl.-,d-t,e>prinklc-l stone.
Aud turned him slowly down the glade.
Aud laid him down beneath the shade
al this lone tree, and peaceful slept.
AssstSsin>, clothed in holy gear,
Down ON their sleeping victim CTept.
Aroused from sleep 10y sudden fear,
He forward sprang-CU counted his foes,
Then closed in fierce and bloody fight.
Three fell and neveTm1re arose
A fourth succumlcd beneath his blows
His keen blade flashed like bcams Of light,
When ali were slain, he rec!e'l AMI fell,
bleeding and dying in the dell,
ErUgath this l0ne-irec sentinel
lis comrades found him Gold ami dead,
And laid him in his narrow bed.
AGAIN | Cry-Guard well guard well,
The sleeper in his narrow cell
q, storIn-tosscd, gray lone-scntincl
.sGuen,corih, Nay Il, 1875.