The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1880-07-17

WRITTEN IN THE TRENCHES, JUNE 20. 'G3.


, IL Is now published for the first time, an
itS beautiful rythm, as well as its patho
ana It's wall of despair, will remind til
reader vividly of that remarkable produ,
tlon, " All Quiet on the Potomac" tn
authorship of which has been claimed b
1lfteen persons
SIT by the door of my tent tonight,
Watching the drifting clouds
With which the moon, like a trained cc
quette,
Ihe light of her beauty shrouds.
A STARRY BANNER floats over my head
With listless rustling sound,
And distinctly hear the sentiners tread
In silence that reigns around.
I've been dreaming, my pride, of whel
last we met,
or that long remembered night,
When the pale moon shone on an uptllrne,
face
SO learfully sad and white.
You We're Wretched that night, my peerles,
one,
Or at least you told me so,
AS ! kissed the dew from your siIken hair
And you wept that | had to go.
Remember, love, how we stood that night
In the old oak coIonade,
In little spot, where the moon looked
through
| The canOpled arch of shade
How your queenly head on my breast was
how'd,
And your hands in mine were clasped,
And the words you murmured were low
and sweet
As summers wind that pass'd.
How we spoke of the time we learned to
love,
The long, long, summer hours
OF our whispered VOWS; of our tender
trust:
All never was love like ours.
How the waning night sped swiftly by
Bringing the hateful day,
Till breathed my soul in one lingering
kiss,
And wretchedly rode away.
The moon seems to shine as brightly now
AS it did that summer night,
And meath the gloom of the forest trees
Make patches of silver light.
! have thought of the past, of our early
love,
Till even the crisp night air
Is filled with the scent of the orange bloom
That was twineH in your braided hair
Again do ! hear, Ocnone, dear,
In the swell of the forest trees,
The grand old hymn of ancestral oaks
AS they rock to the passing breeze;
A gain do feel your soft hand clasp,
And your proud head on my breast,
As we stood together that summer night
And your lips to mine were prcss'd.
But tis over now, that dream is gone,
For you are anOther's bride,
And to talk of love were wretched sin,
A shock to young wife's pride.
Hhe few cold words you sent me once
Were all that | have to tell
Why you broke the faith of pIighted love
Yet | have learned Mdt lesson well.
hey tell me you look'd like queen that
night,
As you murmured the marriage VOW;
hat the Orange bloom of your bridal
wreath
Look'd sullied beside your brow.
hey tell me your laughter was blythe
and gay,
That your step was light and proud,
hat you layish'd the smiles that once were
mine,
On lattering, senseleSs crowd.
id you think of the blossoms, Oh faith
less one,
That you used to wear for me?
Ihen your heart was as pure as that bridal {
wreath ,
As il never again can be. .
id you think of the VOWS your lips once .
framed,
That sylIabled wealth Of love? /
id you dream that maid with per-
iured heart,
As wife could faithful proye2
id you think of the tears that dim'd your :,
eyes ?
When your scarf for my sword you gave,
nd | swore it should lead in the battles v
The bravcst of the brayey n
hat scarf is steep'd in my own red blood,
Yet / laugh with "A bitter scOrn, c
a.. I'll -.
BY whom it once was worn. a,
,u have taught me the worth of woman's e,
word, OF
The faith of wOman's heart; IL
Ie tendercst tear that ever was shed Fl
Is triumph of woman's art. o,
IS on in your beauty, yet the thought Y
Df our last, our first caress,
all dim the light of your sunniest smile !"
With shadow of wretchedness. y"
Oenone, the grey pale moon g.
viii dawn on a field of death,
ID the STARRY CROSS that is dropping Ut
now,
yiI flap in the battles breath. III
brave men will fight for their homes, III
their toUes, bI
tut I, with a grim despair, an
r all that is left me-left Of the past m
5 only a false woman hair. OH
ung Mems Christian. Association. III
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During the sitting of the State Sum gr
= School Convention at Meridian, MI
ung Mems Christian Association ac
a. c,oto No., o-oroniz,d with fine We