Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1879-04-29
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a w1FE.s VALENTINE.
BIZ MARY HUNT M'c.LkB.

Ny Husband. my idol. my far away king,
The dearest best half of myself: would bring
Sweet thoughts of our love. fragrant, holy aud
To thrill through your heart on St. Valentines
The thunder is rolling athwart black sky.
No star CLEAN is seen in the darkness on high :
The rain pours in torrents, the wind molns
The caves OF the house. with n desolate sound.
And the heart in my bosom Is freighted with
While thinking. my love. of our earlier years.
I sit all alone in the glow of the FIRE.
The breath of the past lightly touches my Tyre.
And over it softly . nsmory fiings. 90
That thrills into music the long silent strings.
listen, and fancy again lean see
The ceep7shaded woods aud the old beechen
tree,
Stretching out Ger the brook that goes muir
muring by, -
As though it were singing the pebbles to rest.
That are lying SO white. on its chrystaline
=. breast.
I love the old tree and the wood and the stream.
So haIlowed aud sacred to loves early dream.
Upon the smooth bark sweet record You
That times busy fingers have never efaced.-
Your name and my own. with tho date of the
Each letter remains there. distinctly and clear;
Friends smiled ut tho piighting of children
Have kept the vows made by the old beeehen
Years later, stood there again by your side
And watched you engrave the name of your
Ien said. with smile, as you gave me kiss.
The old name isn't half SO pretty as this
Looking back through the evergreen vista Of
How vivIiiiy each recollection appears:
Tinted over with happiness. softly they glow.
Pure pearls. in the heart Of the long long ago.
How firm y the Past and the Present clasp
hands.
IlOuRhE bridges the Years that lying be-
tween,
But over the picture n shadow is thrown
That mars ITS wild heauty-I sit here alone.
AS ono stricken suddenly blind, Graves the
light.
Nv very soul longs for your presence TONIGHT.
To Law nv lIeId down on yOUr breast as OF old.
And Ieel soft around me your loving arms fold
TO hear vonr voico whisper Ny Darling. My
Tho little ones kneeling tonight at my knee.
Asked God up IN Heaven that Papa might be
Kept safe from all harm in his far away home.
And that soon, very soon. he would bid us to
Ny forehead was bowed ON my boys shining
When lifted my brow there wero tears lying
there;
They come to my lashes whenever pray
For you. my dear husband, so tar. far away.
Then sweet childish lips kissed gOOd-night to
Repeating tho loving caress for Papa.
In calm. quiet s1umbcr. warm, rosy and bright,
1MO uItIe ueauS lle on our pillow F-nIgnEi
The boys coral lips parted over white pearls,
HIS breath stirring softly his sisters bright
y cnrls.
That cluster in tiny moist rings on her brow;
Her white, Ginpled hands are tossed over them
now,
And clasped are the fingers, SO waxen and fair,
Like lily leaves pressed in tho gold of her hair.
A fair, lovely picture. in cOlors divine,
Whose framework, my darling. is your heart
and mine.
Thank God for these bright rosy children of
ours:
They breathe over life the soft fragrance of
flowers.
Embalming the pathway thatleads up to God,
The sweet, holy ground the Rcicemer hath trod.
My dearest-,he hour of midnight has passed.
The plant of the wind has grown quiet Mt last.
Good night! and with kisses cover each line,
My lover, my husband, INV true Valentine.