The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-05-05

Hetty. ,t that morn had fled with hasty mo-
The ehatt.erllng group, while horror urged
To shun the washing spray, the heaving
ocean,
And seek the woodland shadows still and
deep.
Lstless her gaze had followed each great
The tears slow falling as their distant boom
Came like a requiem chant from each lone
grave,
Wrapped in eternal silence, rest and gloom.
80, for one radiant soul to claim her care
Little she heedS the cup, the gem, the stone,
Lain at her feet. Ger her face, pure and fair,
glory broke, wrought by the thought alone:
She fingered near a green and festooned
niche
That formed an arch before a shadowy vale
The home of roses stepped in honey rich.
Wind-woven haunt OF thrush and nightingale
She stopped, within her eyes a startled look
Flashed, as her hand, curved like d snowy
Went to her brow, for in the quiet nook
The wish that filled her soul lay there re-
yeaIed!
storm tossed wandcrer, dashed by wind
and rain,
The one live gift thrown by the fierce Sea
King.
In this her realm, lay moaning there in pain.
She, bending DER him, whispered: This my
Offering
And slowly, slowly from the days great
height
The sun arose, and through the sheltered
Cast its first rays. A sky-lark, bold and
bright,
Challenged the Imorning with melodious
grace.
The seasons waxed and waned each bounte-
Gus gift
Gave peace to hearts and gladness through
the land.
In the warm sunshine cottage, vale and cliff
Lay like picture touched by artists hand.
June slumbered like some lovely Eastern
queen;
Her stately lilies and her blushing rose
Guarded her fragrant bower of tender green,
While Zephyrs famed her hours to repose.
To Hettv, in those long and rapturous days,
The golden lesson that must surely come
Into each heart, Loves fair, bewildering
And converse sweet, the stately, silent
dome,
Where two rapt souls glide through the mys
tic aISles
Environed with those changing colors rare,
That melt to tears or glow in radiant smiles
The memories OF Eden, lingering there,
Entered her being, and the impcrious tone
Sounded the master chord, the soul-tuned
Tyre,
And mounted unreproved the cloistcret
throne,
Engirt by maiden dreams and vestal fire.
The crones full plumed in ways OF veal anc
And sharp-edged gossip, clamored, That
among
The lads born in their midst better show
| or goodly men had never lived. nor sprung
From the strong blood of toil-enduring sire.
And maidens too, with artful, smiling glance
| Knew well their own, nor cared they to loOl
| Happy their lives in harvesting and dance"
| Here with their shaking palm and cunning
| mock,
They followed Hetty as she moved along
| The stranger near her, to her woodland walk
| Her sweet contentment finding voice il
To her this scene, like some enchanted grove
Seemed guarded by spirit good and great
| The cradle and the shrine of her deep love,
The coronation of her happy tate.
She stood, the faint, fresh color on her cheel
Warmed into crimson, while the ardent
hope
Framed loving thoughts she fain to hin
would speak
| Words strong with fate and fit with love tx
He turned, and from low bush rich with
bloom,
Gathered a blushing rose and lightly cast
| Around her form the dew-drOpS and perfume
Whispering Love, my own and sweets to
her the best"
SO in the summers soft, luxuriant prime,
She Joined her simple faith and life to his,
While Love, who gilds the sombre hues o.
Time,
TRANSPORTED Earth and touched her lif'
with bliss.
The evening fell in purple roseate bars,
distant night-bird thrilled the air with song
| Latona, girded with her myriad stars,
| Descends to greet her many voiceful throng
Far up the shining realm of Paradise
The lovers fingered meath the wtching spell
shy new birth dawned in hel pure eyes,
And round her heart lay wreaths of Asphodel