The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-04-11
For the Cairo Bulletin:
LEONOR.

one was Kind creature, sweet and fair
Win CLEAN Of gold on her wavy hair,
And the hand that painted the summer
skies,
With the same sweet color had ting'd her
eyes.
He was young, and proud, with majestic
grace,
And flush of JOY had touched his face.
As he fingered his tale of love to tell,
In the language to lovers known so well
And the sweet day bush'd, and the scented
Touch'd softly the waves of the maldens
hair;
And it press'd his lips with balmy kiss.
While his soul was thrilled with its Dire ara
Of bliss
A new day was born with its fragrant
breath
Stirring the leaves of the bridal wreath;
Beneath skies of sapphire with murmur,
low,
Al the altar they pledged their nuptial VOW.
And the days sped swiftly, as sweet day,
will,
Not phantom Of woe loves heart to chill
Their home was haven Of perfect rest.
With the blessing of heaven. their hearts
were blest
Dear children came; and the bright year,
passed,
With a flush Of sunrise, too fair to last:
But, she lived to see the sunlight fade
And her life grow dark with a midnight
shade.
All he died-he died. and her face how'd
low.
With "A kiss of anguish upon his brow.
The love of her lite-thc life of her heart
How could he from home, and its Joys de.
part.
He would answer her pleadings never
more
Never hear him calling, her namc-"Leo.
nor
His hand ne'er again, smooth her wavy
HAIR,
And she-proud for his sake. 1t was so fair.
Aud the days went by, as all sad days
go
When We watch with sighs for the suns
last glow;
And her cheeks grew pale while her eyes
grew dim;
Still waiting, and watching to 20 to him,
An angel came, Oh mission sent,
To gather the jewels to earth, but le8y
And he came one day, when the suns red
gold,
Was marvel of glory to behold
And she heard him calling her name
"Leonor'
Still calling it softly DER, and DER;
Lulling her soul to a sladowy sleep,
He bore it away in its slumber deep
He took the jewel the casket left.
And the mourncrs came OF THEN friend
bereit
They shed their tears on the slumbering
tace:
But the flight of the soul they could not
trace.
Lo, her cheeks had lost their feyerish hue,
And they closed her ewes of faded blue
Deep lines of care crossd her brow once
fair,
And threads Of gray, streak'd her goldea
hair.
III land Of pansies and May flower bloom;
Far away from the shares of griei aud
gloon;
Where dazzling stars, in the arched SKY
shine,
And the pcarly flowers OF heavens cntwine;
An angel stands and winged, ana
crowned,
He is bathcd in the cleaning light around
A vision of beauty he seems to wait,
As he fingers near the golden gate.
With thrill of JOY, 10! he bows his head,
As flashing open, the portals spread,
And Deaths angel bears to his arms again,
A spirit freed from world OF pain.
AS against his heart, his dear love lies,
She opens her eyes with sweet surprise
White ROBBED, and crowned, and with angel
wings.
With songs triumphant the bright arch
rings.
In this strange, sweet land, with its crystal
skies,
No bleaching hair, aud no fading eyes
Oh death is but life, on loirer shore,
Where the angel carried sweet Ieonor
KATE W -----.
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