Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1879-05-06
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Down in a valley all blooming and gay,
Dotted with clover and scented with hay,
Stands white cottage so tiny and neat,
Porch all covered with clematis sweet.
Down in the little bright garden so gay
Fairest of maidens is waiting to-day,
Sitting alone in an ivy-clad bower,
Holding in lily-white hands a sweet flower.
Why is the fair maiden's face full of pain?
Why do the tsar-drops fall heavy as rain?
Why is the spirit SO dropping and sad?
Why, when it should be SO happy and glad?
All! her face changes as footsteps draw near;
Quickly she brushes away every tear,
Let's fall the flower and starts to her feet,
Ready for him she has promised to meet,
Harry. dear Harry" she pleadingly cries,
Tears yelling up to the beautiful eyes,
why are you going? o, do hear my prs yer
Roam not afar of, but stay with your Clarer'
This is what filled the fair face full of pain,
This is what made the tears fall like the rain,
Parting from Harry, her lover, her lord,
Parting from him whom her spirit adored
"Clarie, my darling" her lover replied,
"Do not my roamings and wanderings chide;
will return ere year shall have flown,
Claim my bright treasure and make you my
own.
You will be trne to your promise, I know,
True to the fond heart that worships you So
Yes, can trust you, my darling, my pride,
Till shall come to reclaim my loved bride.
Goodbye e, my own one, and grieve not for ms.
Grieve not thai shall be sailing the sea;
Pray for your sailor-boy out on the deep,
Goodbye. and true to your love will keep"
Harry, one moment" her trembling lips said
lover my heart has been creeping dread
That you would never come back to me-
Back o'er the billowy, tempest-tossed sea.
Should it be SO" then low bending her form,
Quivering now like bird in a storm,
Harry's strong arm round his darling is thrown,
Pressing her 1uttering heart to his own,
Kissing away the bright tsar-drops that fall.
Dearest" he says. "let us try to trust all
All our dread fears and our sorrows-my own,
70 Him who 'ruleth the waters alone.'
"God can protect me, dear love, and He will,
Does not the same Christ who said Peace be
stin,'
Watch oer the waters the same evermore.
Guiding our barks safely on to the shore?
Good bye, again, dearest one; do not weep,4
Think of me when am out on the deep;
Let me again press my lips to your own
Farewell!'-and she is left standing alone.
Yes, he is gone, and what mortal can say
That he'll e'er stand again where he last stood
to-day?
This thought comes into the poor maiden's
heart,
Piercing and wounding it as with dart.
Low now she's bending, and sways her slight
form
Like to an aspen-leaf tossed in the storm:
Trembling she kneels on the soft, verdant sod,
Praying aloud to her Saviour, her God.
"Oh! will thou bless him, great Father and
Safe from the storm and the wide. rolling
deep?"
Now she is calmer and starts to her feet,
Ready her sorrow and trouble to meet;
Checking the sobs that are trying to rise,
Dashing the tear-drops away from her eyes.
One day letter in handwriting strange
Came to "Miss Clarie Monteith, at the Grange"
Opening, was found a small lock Of bright hair.
A piece Of white paper-what news did it bear?
"Clarie. my darling" it said 1--WE are lost
Lost on the sea and by winds fiercely tossed;
Should this e'er reach you you'll know that
died
Trusting in God-in the Lord crucifed
I've been true, darling; yes, true to the last;
Do not forget me- and when life is past
Joyful We'll meet at the Fathers white throne,
Where shall claim you at last as my own"
Slowly the bell tolleth forth for the dead,
Slowly is laid bright, sunny-husd head
Under the grass and the soft, yielding sod.
One more Young spirit has coma 10 ito God
Over the grave tall monument white
Glitters and shimmers, rejecting the light;
On it these few simple words are engraven;
"Clarie'' and "There are no partings in Heav-
en-"