The New York herald., 1879-01-05
SOMETIME.

OF triumph over sin and wrong;
Sometime sometime; but ah not yet;
stil we will wait and not forget
That "sometimer all these things shall be-
And rest be given to you and me.
So let Us wait though years move slow,
That glad sometime" will come we know.
After arriving home from Troy. and becoming
settled where only death could give victory
Mrs Kate NJ. Cobb handed the following to Wesley
Bishop when he came to receive orders for
grocefies:--
QUESTION
DO love you, DO love your
ASK the heavens that bend above you
To and a language, and to prove you.
Ak the burning blended meadows
What they think h ,.l,,,. about the II shadows; shadows;
When the fervid day is done.
Ask the he b blue ,s bells ellis and, and the daisies,
Lifting up their thirsty faces,
II they love the summer rains.
Ask the linnets and the flowers.
Ia the nestIiie made for lovers;
ASK the bees and ask the clovcrs
VIII they tell you for your painss
Do T. darling-do love your
What. pray. can that bohoove you?
How, In Loves name can move you.
1tG 1sS sia ,ST you ,Hyi # told ia.s You a' 0''''
Here. at last where enfod yoS
IL 1t would hush Darling, cohe!
While the various poisons were being bought by
Wesley W Bishop. and daily administered by Mrs.
Cobb. the following love notes were flowing from
her to him:-
Stay my darling do not leave mo;
Give me but a moments grace,
For know youl sure believe me,
Turn and look Inc in the face.
Love you dearest Can you doubt ity
Why would my love disguiseg
Then youil sigh about it
II you look into my eyes.
HOMELESS LovK.
No word for emotion like home;
Cannot the most delicate fancy that Is
The depths Of affection define
IL cannot he friendship MOI that Is too cold
And love is so often Of earth,
And kindes the quickest shrines made of gold;
But this is OF heavenly birth.
Not passion. Oh, mo- like the at high noon,
Which seareles whereer he may shine,
Aud none Of these feeling are mine
No, this is affection as pure dove,
Far stronger than friendship more tender than love-
And whore shall lind IL "a name,
IL brings to my bosom feeling Of rest,
II soethes every trouble which saddcns my breast,
And ncstes so peacefully there:
Aud " mid the phrases mortal tongues frame
No word for such feeling Is given,
Wen whisper the angels 10 lend US name
And speak in the language of heaven
cnhSGgLrss
sSo far away 40 TAR away cried,
Homeless and sd. my longing spirit sighed.
So Ear away: how can that be when iovc
Annihiiates all distancef strong and clear
The glad thonght cane lifting my heart above
All doubt aud fear
How Oft. seated my work and book,
Your strong. sweet seems to I'LL the place,
raise my eyes as II once more to look
Aud am gladdened though you had come
With tender greeting over and and sea-
Now sn9w surely that your spirits name
Ard ,sqggG s long 20 see FACE once &c. s;r
Aud know that all of these till life be DER
We still must miss.
Over the fate that bids me walk apart,
Love still can triumph, still its watch can keep:
For thrc AL time and space heart calls TO heart
As deep 60 deep.
Aoout the last of Mr.. Cobbs lifc and after the
death OF his wife, Bishop received these;-
MILL.
Listen to the water mill
All the live long day:
How tho clicking Of the wheel
Wears The hours away