The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1878-09-04
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ing poet can surpass in beauty the fol-
lowing lines, from the muse of
Amelia :pl - e5a esq
Pale star, that with thy soft, sad light,
a Came out upon my bridal eve,
have asong to sing tonight,
Before thou takest thy monrnfuI leave,
Since thou so softly time has stirred
- That months have almost seemed like hours.
And am like little bird
That slept too long among the flowers,
ss And waking, sits with wayeless wing,
Soft singing mid the shades of even;
: But, Oh with sadder heart Using -
2 / 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;
And to the green, resounding shore
In silver troops the ripples crowd.
TIL all the ocean, dimpled o'er,
Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud;
And star on star, all soft and calm, e
Floats up yon arch, serenely blue
And lost to earth. and STEPPED in balm,
My spirits float in ether, too. le@Et
Loved one though lost to human sight,
feel thy spirit lingering near; el--
And softIy--as feel the light ffelfsa .saa
That trefnbles through the atmosphere = q.
AS in some temples holy shades, et
Though mute the hymn, and hushed the prayer,
A solemn the soul prevades,
Which tells that worship has been there
. A breath of incense, left alone
Where many censor swung around,
Which thrills the wonderer like to one
Who treads consecrated ground.
know thy soul, from worlds of blias,
4 Yet stoops awi1e to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer breathe in this, t@
That at last might dwell with thee.
hear muFInnr from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirits sighs;
hear voice every breeze,
That makes to mine its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine,
1t gives an answer to nay prayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven a sign
That will know and meet thee there.
III know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which tender ihalo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days. +f
By that sweet smile that DER it shed
Abeauty like the light of even, -f-
Whose soft expression never fed
Even when its soul had fed to Heaven;
III know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in thy raven hair;
Oh by these blessed signs alone
III know thee there, II know thee there.
For ah thine eye, Within whose sphere
The sweetest youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and softness yet,
For ah its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand sighs, 81
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 the eve, 80 s}4f
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born, - ( |
Tooyoung for eyes TO learn to grieve.
1 wonder if this cool, sweet breeze
Hath touched thyilips and famed thy brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees g 4
Recalls thee to my memory now
For every hour breathe apart
VIII increase, if that can be-,
The love that fills this lonely heart,
Already filled full of thee.
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be given,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to sleep, iaf
And you and shall meet in Heaven. a l l