Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1878-08-27
THE BRISTOL NEWS
I. &. FOWLER,
vntToR AyD PROPRIETOR.
! UESDAY, AUGUST 81. 1873
viii KNOW Thee There.


VIII Know Thee There.
rGeoree D. Prentice said: mo liv-
Inc ooet can surpass in beauty the
following lines, from the muse OF
Amelia :"
Pale star, that with thy soft, sad light,
Came out upon my bridal eve,
Ihave gong to sing tonight,
BEFORE thou takest thy mOurnful leave,
sjnce thou so softly time has stirred.
That months have almost seemed like
hours.
And am like a little bird
That slept two long among the flowers
And, waking, sits with waveless Wihg,
Soft singing mid the shades of even;
But. Oh with sadder heart l sing -
sing of one who dwells in heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thought my heart beguiles,
AS floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon looks down and
smiles;
In silvery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimpled Ger,
Lifts up it's voice and laughs aloud;
And star on star, all soft and calm,
Floats up yon arch, serenely blue;
And lost to earth, and STEPPED in balm,
Ny spirits float in ether, too.
Loved one ! though lost to human eight,
feel thy spirit lingering near
And softly-a as | feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere,
As in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn, and hnshed the
prayer.
A solemn awe the soul pervadeF,
Which tells that worship has been there;
breath of incense, left alone
Where many a censor swung arOundsa..
Which thrills the won1ereT like to one
Who treads on consecrated ground.
know thy soul. from worlds Of bliss,
Yet stoops awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer breathe in this,
That at last might dwell with thee,
hear murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirits sighs
hear a voice on every breeze,
That makes to mine its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine,
Itgves an answer to my prayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven a sign
That / will know and meet thee there.
I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which tender halo plays,
stilliouched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days,
Ry that sweet emile that Ger it shed
A beauty Ike the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fed
Even when ito soul had fled to Heaven;
III know thee by the starry crown
That glitterS in thy raven hair;
Oh ! bv these blessed signs alone
I'll know thee there, I'll know thee there
For all thire eye, within whose sphere
Inc bWeeleEi Outu anu DSauNJ HC'f
That swan in love and softness yet.
For all It's dark and lquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand signs,
We're holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of paradise
We're bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve,
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes to learn to grieve.
] wonder if this cool, sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and famed tn.
brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee to my memcry nowi
For every hour we breathe apart
VIII but increase, if that can be
The love that fills tLis lonely heart,
Already filed so full of thee,
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
And many 4 sin must be given,
Ire these pale lids shall sink to sleep.
And you and shall meet in Heaven.