Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1881-01-21
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rARIs, SEPTEMBER ), ls-s-

Bl JULIA g Il. pokh.
Al. dear Hll, VA n will il BE- iAy
/ cannot sleep, | cannot pray.
Tossing, wa,ch the silent stars
Mount up from The horizon bass
Oclon with his hIming sword,
froud chiei.dIu ol the glorious horde,
Auriga up thc Lofty area
rIrsuIng siill his stately march
- patient and 50 calm are they,
Al dear God when viii II be day
o Mary, mother Hark | hear
\ cock CROW through the silent clear
Tae dawn's faint crimson strehkS the es-'s
And, afar OF, ! catch the Least
Low murinur OF the cliH's stit
A. she shakes Oh the dreams ot heT
List there's a sound OF hurrying ieet
FAX down below me in the street
Tnan6 Godl the weary night IS PAST
The morning comes-'tis day al last.
NaAe R1salie! AwlA,, arise,
The sun Is up. IL gii,ie iac skies
She does not sir. ihr yolng sleep SOUND
A dead men Ia the.f gIayes profound
TO. Resale! Al last: Now haste
To-day there is Nc ;.:le . waste
Bring me fresh water. Braid my h.i'r
Hand me the glass. once was ialf
AS thou att Now look So old
II seems nv deaih-kuen should be t"llei'
ulr Eol Il want no Wiuel so pale"
Ike q white ghost, 80 wan ani frail?
Nell that's NOT strange. All night lay
Waiting and watching Tor the day.
Buf-there! Ill drink II II mas make
Nv checks burn brighter Tor his sake
VINO comes to-day. nv boy my boy
How can bear the unwonied loy?-
l. who for eight long years have wept
While happier mothers smiling slept;
Wh.le others dccked their sons nrst-hofa
For dance, or fetc. or bridal morn
or proudly smiled to see them stand
The siaieilest pillars of the land
For he so gallant and so gay,
A;yOuug aud debonair as they,
Nv beautiful. brave boy, my life,
Went down in the unequal strife I
The right or wrong? on, what care /:
Tac good God judgeth NJ on high.
AMI now he gives him back TO me
I-.remble sol scarce can see.
How fun the streets arel will wait
HIS coming here beside this gate,
From which watched him as ne went,
Eight wears ago, 10 Punishment.
| Will sit down. Speak, Rosalle, when
NOu see a hand OF stalwart men,
Win one fair hoy among them-one
With bright hair shing in the sun,
Red, smiling lips, aud eager eyes,
Blue as the tlue of summer skies.
Nv boy INV boy Nny come they not
q Son OF God hast thou forget
Thy mothers agony? Yet she,
Was she no; stronger far than We,
We common mothers? Could she know
FROM ntG suCa pam dud NoG
Run farther down the street, and sec
II they're not coming, RoSalie.
Mother OF Christ how lag the hours!
Nnat just beyond the convent towers,
And coming straight This way7 Ohealt.
b. sinl and strong, and bear thy part,
Thy new part, biavely. Hark. hear
Above the cIty's hum the near
SLOW tread OF marching feet ; see
Nav, cannot see. Rosalie-
Your eyes are younger. Is he there,
Ms Antoine. with his sunny hair !:
Ii Is like gold; II SHINES in the sun
surely vou see II: What: Not one
Not one bright l.JGle Al Old. old men,
Gfay-haire,i. cray-heardcd, gaunt Then-tl
lie has not cu.lc--ne IS IL, or dead
q God. th;:t were nthy stead,
Ny sou. ms sna Who touches me
Your pardon. 81. ] am not she
For " HON YOU look. Go farther on
Ere vet the daylight shall be gone.
.-Mother =, Who calls NE ''noiheI You
Gou are not ho-fay Antoine. You
Are gray-bea-deG man, and he
Is mere Toy You mistake me
Tor some one else. I'm sorry, sill,
God bless you ScOa YOU viii mud ner
For whom you seek. But I-ah. /
Still mus, call and none reply?
lou-kiss ne: Antoine Oh my son
Thou art Iciae Own, my banlshej one