The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-10-25
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The sweet blushing emblem OF spring,
I'll dot It about with bright posies,
And it unto thee 1 will bring.
o, speak to me kindly,
But speak to me free;
o, lead me on bllndly,
But safely to thee.
"I'll fly where my love lsreclinlng,
A wing.s .striken bird I will be,
I'll tell him my heart is repining,
And hear what he answers to me.
He'll speak to me kindly;
My wings he'll caress,
He'll fold me so blndly,
Close, close to his breast"
She finished her love-song, and raising her
head,
She found the Squire standing like one from
the dead
He stepp'd pace nearer and drew deep
sigh,
And she noted a tear dropping down from
his eye.
"Irena, he trembled as sadly he said,
And gently he laid his rough hand on her
head,
al know that thy life has been barren and
dreary,
With little of Joy, and great deal to weary,
But the best that could have done for thy
sake,
Since heav'n saw fit thy good mother to take.
When am laid down with thy mother to
sleep,
And death DER my head shall its still vigls
keep,
Much wealth you will have-and now I do
pray,
That you never forget my advice of to-day :
Life's pleasures are phantoms that lie just
ahead,
Would You know who has caught them go
ask Of the dead
Be wary of Love, keep a watch on mankind,
For Love is a blind man leading the blind,
And all men are wicked-for gain or for pelf,
From his birth to to the grave every act is
self.
Much else have told you in years that are
gone,
Much more I will tell you in time yet to
come.
l know by the rose on thy lip and the cheek
Thy heart hath grown strong and thy head
hath grown weak.
Beware of Carl Weber-a something doth tell
lie wills neither me nor my Irena we'll.
Business has calld me to Easton tonight,
Where tomorrow the Gov'nor'll a council
fire light
With Tadeuskund-and when ! return,
I'll make thy young heart with ecstasy burn.
A new gown I'll buy thee, a comb and a cue
To wear on thy head as the great ladies do.
Now, be good girl-be patient an d true -
With this admonition he kiss'd her "adieu."
She watched him as off through the valley
he strobe,
On his mission to Easton as envoy he rode.
His words had sunk deep in her heart like
an arrow,
Filling her visions with gloom and with
sorrow.
The hours glided by, nor seemed it so long -
The stars and the moon and the whip-p
Wills song,
And the night-wind's sigh, still found her
alone,
In deep meditation on the old sitting-stone
God only knows the philosopy of life,
IT'S He who imbues it with peace or with
strife;
He blights earthly hopes and bids us go rest
With the kindly assurance that calls for the
best"
Eternity is darkness, with no ray Of light,
If whatever Is, is not certainly right
There is no mistake in the work of His hand
What seems so is but the short foresight o
man.
"rena I" the voice sent thrill to heart,
She sprang to her feet with alright and a
start.
No one seemed near could 1t be an illusion
A fancilul hope of welcome intrusion?
The shades of the mountains at hand seemd
to daily
With the moonlit sheen spreading Ger The
valley.
Just at that moment, from behind a great
tree,
Young Carl Weber sprang with joyful glee
He seized the fair girl in his manly embracC
And seated himself in the very same place
Where she had been sitting two hours ol
more,
And into her ear did his love-pleadings pour
"Loosc me, Carl Weber !" she said with a cry
"a deep yawning gulf lies between you /
My father Just tells me you wish me not well
Now, if this be true, let me bid you farewell =
"Your father ?" the name sent a chillto hi
soul,
But arous'd a deep passion that made hin
more bold.
"Your fathers mistaken Irena, pray
In the name of the past that you hear wha
say
"By the stars that dot the sky tonight
BY the Hand that guides them all above!
worship thee, my Irena l-loyel
"By tie elves that sport on yonder hill
! BY the spook that Omens only i'll
by the spirit damn'd TO mourn forever
| III cease to love thee, never never!
"Irena-queen-my dOve-divine
! Speak now the wOrd--sty thOu'rt mine
/ The solemn vow, now In secret make,
For me thy father and the world forsake !
"The secret need be known by none,
That We have merged ourselves in onei
/ And when thy iather's head is cold,
/ Unto the world the story may be told"
Gentle Irena Blob was unus'd to dark seem
ing,
She knew not the wiles Of the wicked hear
schemingi
She beliey'd that we all should be kind :,
! each other