Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1877-08-09
a,,oughts OH the Undercurrent of
Our Lives.

~a,ourhts OH the Undercurrent Of
Our Lives.
ra g. sit dreamily by the window, listening
,the busy hutn of the outside world, and
"a f,;nt ,llstlc of trees as the winds play
,nouo tie branches, | gradually lose my
self, and
"a feeling of sadness comes DER me that my soul
cannot resist,
feeling of sadness and longing, that is not akin to
pain;
All resembles sorrow only as the mist csemble
rain.'
and what. is this sadness that [ cannot
.1asc,ibe. that s%ufftlses itsedelicate sensations
throughout my whole being? There is no
main in my heart, no storms beat or light
njngs play about my head, no weary flow
Of tears dim my eyes, no thorns pierce my
feet as l walk my way in life, no weary bur
den lies on my shoulder; yet to-day comes
to me this ~nameless feeling at my heart
not an aching, but rather a nulnbness-a
sI;adowy cloud seems to settle on 81 a
dark cloud. but one in which the bright
Glare of the MONDAY sun seems softened-
and | sink away in its delicious repose, feel
mo that the sunshine will be enhanced ten
4 fold hys this m%omentary shade. / think Of
The many causes that produce this feeling,
so indescrihable. A word spoken, perhaps
BY careless lips, yet in times long ago twas
whispered by lips that we loved in tones
that had power to thrill. our Utmost being,
olaul so 0 the word brings back its weight
Of precious memories. 1t may be a bundle
ifof old letters, RI 4."1 .o.a. -2al'
.rirI '!Yellow and dim with years; Fl
,r.HirH But oft this faded writing aH la..
M Hath been baptized with tears.'
y passage marked in Il book given us by
some loved friend years ages these and
thousands of tiny tokens bring to our hearts
this mnleless, fascinating feeling. III
''The memory of a kindly word, for long gone by,
The fragrance Of a flower sent lovingly,
Inc cleaning OF i sudden smile or sudden tear,
= The ~ahrmner" pressure of the hand, the toneo cheer
The hush that means Il cannot speak but | have
heard, ~ 7}t5alHG = I7tlA# itH&
The nolc that only bears IL verse from Gods OWL
. N - Nor4TE ms- ar e~ ga
Ssaeht:as things " hardly count Ms ministry
The givels dceming they have shown scant sym.
pathy.
ButWhen the heart is OverWrought, OH! Whoican tel
The power Of such tiny things to make it well?'
To-day | found, put away, a little brown
curl, cut from Il bright little boys head. Ht
always loved me, and anXiously hunted eacl
g spring toiihdE the first yiolets for me. / may
never see him again. but as I tenderly lifted
the curl | prayed the blessing Of God upol
the head from which it was shorn, and /
seemed to me that [ could smell the, fam
Perfume of violets and see the merry twin
kle of his eye. The little curl revived man,
memories both tpleasant'and sad, for durin!
the four years | knew him left the careles
l.. 10y. OF childhood and entered the mysti
@NaehpIesofWomanhood -l1trieed to leaarrililthp
lesson of the world that we all sooner Q
Later, must learn-7that if ] had a heart u
one must suspect it ! If I could feel, til
world must not know it; if my nature le
s1lsedu speakzasd felt2 mp,lsively y, / mus
bride my, tongue and only speak as til
world approved. I was like d little child
read OF last week until&he was six yeal
old he had lined a. 1.-the; bosomsof his fannily
aAd knew. not. that the world contained
class OF people called "'strang'ers.'' II
! Iaflfer took him to see his Princess, tellin
= him hoWsto address her, and giving HIM le
sons'on court etiquette: but2when lie sa
- iler she was so beautiful that he ran to he
.hrew his arms around her neck and kisse
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