The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1880-07-29
A TWILIGHT REvERIEs

'Tis eventide-tranquil and beautiful.
flushed arc the voices Of Nature which. erstwhile
Filled the air. All, all is calm. The sun behind
The pile Of red-gold clouds, has sunk low in the
Distant West. Twilight approaches with noiseless
Step, and gently hangs silver mantle
On hill and over glen.
At this peaceful hour
Reflection imparts to the mind serenity
Nearly akin to Natures own repose, and
Meditation sweetly woos to her embrace
Thought untrammeled, free to roam ut will, fondly
Turns to scenes Of yore, most dear to memory.
The old, old home; the high white house upon
The high green knoll, around which gracefully
Wound the gravel road and meath which lay
The crystal spring, with cool bright waters which
Had giv'n drink to many weary traveller.
How sweet the flowers that near
That old spring grew! Along its little branch
I've often gathered daisies, and fragrant violets;
Water lilies too, and loveliest ferns.
Over its covering Of rock climbedthe
Ivy green, and bloomed the myrtle there. There
Too, the eglantine twined its graceful foliage.
On trees near by o'erhnnging those limpid waters
The trumpet-Hower ran, and made gay the scene
Old trees birds of sweetest song made their homes,
And gladdened the place with joyous melody.
A few steps farther on thro' the bright meadow,
Was the long, well-shaded lane. A place
Alike pleasant for daytime walk or
Moonlight stroll. There vows Of love have oft
Been spoken, and plighted troth be given
By some whose lives sundered far have been,
And light young hearts which now alas! are broken.
With emotion deep and tender do recall
The last day spent at that dear old home.
Twas beauteous May-time. Nature wore her
Brightest robe. The sighing breeze was redolent
OF delicious odors Of fairest flowers.
The sun shone out in glory most resplendent.
Days Of happy childhood were long gone by,
And girlhood's brightest dreams Of joyous ye.ls
Were numbered with scenes of the past.
Ny heart, which long had known no other love
Than love Of natures beauties and of home,
And OF those whose gentle hands had tended me
From infancy, was then filed with love
For another, and that other stranger.
His ring--our wedding ring-was on my finger.
Vows of wifely devotion had been spoken
at the altar and registered in heaven.
His fate was now to give color to my own
His destiny henceforth to be mine.
For hours wandered about those dear old haunts
And familiar scenes, bidding silent
And sad adieu TO meadows, woodlands,
Trees aud flowers. Once spoke to those dumb
things,
So dumb-yet to me so dear! I whispered,
All! never elsewhere can the sun shine
So gloriously as here! Nor can zephyr
So softly sigh. Never can waters murmur
With so sweet cadence. Nowhere can the 2
Moon beam with such mellowed radiance
As when its light penetra.es the foliage
OF these grand old locusts in full blossom,
And forms weird shadows on the lawn, and resss
On field and meadow like benediction.
Nowhere can the dew e'er sparkle so brightly.
Never as here can it ever seem again
So truly q heavenly dew.
Long Fingered in the dear old garden;
And stu 10th to leave It traced and retraced
My steps thro' all those oft-trodden walks,
Plucking now and then a bud or flower
From the myriads blooming there. At length
turned, and entered q small enclosure
By the side etthe garden wall. There an :
Immense lilac, laden with purple bloom,
Formed y natural bower, Beneath its low,
OcE H1uSluS p1duCuto. HoS y eOlltary grave.
Alas sthat lonely grave contained the
Sacred dust Of my mother. Oh hallowed spot.
A loved resort Of early years. There Oft
Atevening I have knelt, and 'twould seem
That her gentle spirit hovered over me.
That her voice breathed words OF. loving counsel,
Whilst her dear hands rested upon my head
In blessings fond and tender
Oil mother Thou angel guardian !
Never more can I meet thee there! Never
Again, there hold silent but sweet commune
With thy unseen spirit
But wilt thou not
Watch over me? With thy tenderlove follow me
OF be thou ever around and abont me!
Let me constantly feel with yearning heart
And outstretched arms thou dost wait and wait and
watch for me
At the gate called "beautiful.n
Kneeling beside her grave Imurmured farewell!
A sad, a last farewell dear, sacred spot!
o, flowers, shed here your rarest fragrance,
And here put forth your earliest. .oloom.
Ye eperfumed bteezes here most lovingly WOO
Ye quiet stars. keep patient, faithful watch
Over tho dear dead resting hero-long ago LOST
Lost! but never unloved or forgotten.
-, - GERALDINE.