The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1881-12-21
MAIDEN LOVE.
BY KATHREEN
FOR rilE HERALD.

The maden's brow was saddened, and the
maiden's speech was low
Asher dover stood beside her, whispered, good
bye, love, go
Wat one moment yet she faltered trembling
like an aspen leaf;
And III make my word of warning such as
yours, as brief.
But he pointed to the steamer, with her sweep
ing sails in air,
Telling her be cheerful and watch his coming
in May fair"
Tenderly bending his handsome head, in pity
for the fraif
Yet scarcely pausins to leave one kiss on the
lip. so pale.
Like warrior bold he leaves her and walks
upon the deck;
But within u voice is whispering the life so
doomed to wreck
The maiden stood in silence, on the lonely
banks, to see
Her lover borne so proudly on the stately
Warner Lee
How she watched the snowy pinions vanish in
the distant blue,
TOT TINS phrtllS BlNuOc n'iS hhbN' M w 'N'~ -'
ing glimpse was true,
Then with cautious step she FASTENED lest some
should note her stay
And ask why such sorrow since dawn f early
day
In the dusky shades of evening she she sang this
moumfullay
How can my God in justice take one so loved
away?
For they said twas his n ssion to serve the One
on high
To be alight in the world of of love- to guide the
pilgrims by.
The evening lore foreshsdowed, and the event
was cast before
For she knew her love was severed, and he'd
return no more;
And nj every little rnstle among the maple
trees
She thought some evil bearer was but the faint
weird breze.
The sun went down in sorrow, if hurrid clouds
mean woe,
And the sable wings of blackness marked the
sailors dreaded foe.
The twilight hours grew deeper. and into som
bre night
While the angry shadows gathered around the
Preside bright;
The wild bird screamed in token that the nigh
grew dim apace,
And the morning waned in sadness Tor tle TER
ror stricken face
For the bearer came with message from the
angry foaming sea,
And told how all were rescued, save this one so
dear to me.
The voice that rang so mcrrily through parlor
and hall
Was changed to plaintive wailing, like mourn
ers weary call;
And for the bridal costumes and orange bios
SONS rare,
She decked herselfn sablest robes-as her raven
locks of hair;
And for the ebony ringlets that clustered round
her brow
The cruel frosts ofsorrow had changed to silver
now;
The face that smiled, in dmples, of all girlish
grace.
Was furrowcd with the anxious care of one
grown old in haste.
Inc sun n0u Ccdscu its SHiHiiiS anu "'"'NN'' 80
to gloom,
Though all around was blossom she could not
see the bloom;
The God whom she had worshiped us Omnipo-
tent, Divine
Had ceased to show His mercies to this tender
cinglng vine.
And though He claims to have all power,
lie would not spare her earthly dover
But IN the name of justice had garnered all her
sheaves--
Told the angry blasts of fortune TO diyest the
branch Of leaves.
So shorn Of every lcanct that at each gust may
fall,
The vine, though chilled with adversely, "s'iil
clngs To the Wondering wall
And at every freishtcd zephyr that comes from
of the sea,
She returns 20 hear the Message, of his return
to be"
She calls to bear the stories of long lost loves
return,
Aud tho thought, the little spark, OF life, begins
to burn,
8ut the tigcless wave of memory must bow 10
fatc's decree,
And give upeyery vestige of what she hoped to
DC.
In the deep despair of living to see brighter
dawn
She turned from all liies troubles-ere yet the
break OF morn
And in all the agony OF dying hour she cried
If God Is Just, He would not see the faithful
overtrcd
sonow yield my earthly hopes unto the oceans
brine
And ask no spot to rest me here, but sink this
bark of mine,
where may sleep without the doom
OF mortals tramplng over my tomb
And meath the waves she sleepeth, where corals
ever grow.
Where no angry pillows reach her, nor tides Of
human woe.
Butifsuch there b. as fairy land to this she tool
her flight
To rcvcl mid the fairy sylphs, to know no mort
ofnisht
And there among the hidden store of pearls an'
Jewels rare
She shines the brightest of them all who 'crs
was once so fair
If such there be us knowing friends In WORT
beyond the grave,