Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-08-27


Now my willing footsteps wander thro' our
olden haunts once nore-
once again heard the vine leaves whisper
ing at the open door;
AS OF old, the rich glad sunshine fiecl1s with
amber, wall and floor.
Scarcely down the caves thezephyrslift the
eiln-Dough s verduous mass
For sweet June was here before me--here her
dainty feet did pass
Here she dropped her flowery mantle down
amid the scented grass.
Beauty gladdens all the landscape white
mists rise along the seas,
SIlvcry in the morning ighfneSs-purpling
as the daylight fees;
Tin night, on her sapphire tablets writes
with stars gran mysteries.
Greetings of familiar voices fall in music
everyN here,
incense like prayer
And the biri-notes fioat like blessings thro'
the dewy stseps OF air.
have stilled my hearts wild yearning, as
the solemn years sweep round.
And watch not for thy coming, listen not
for word or sound,
But my sonl wlfh thine keeps talking in
thoughts mystic hush profound.
There are hours when strength st ems weak
ness, joy a dream, that ends in tears,
When / long 10 wander backward and un-
weave the griefs and fears
Woven into my woof Of being all these dim
and silent years.
When sigh to press the shadows ending
there In deatAless woe,
While there fell Q crown OF glory lighting up
thy brow Of snow
In that dim October twilight, when we par
ted long ago.
When would throw of the letters growing
dim with earthly rust,
Gather up thoughts wasted jeWels-scattcr-
ed pearls OF broken trust
And like thee, would drop down softly
meath the flowers and into dust.
Not that all earth's light and beauty passed
with thee beneath the sod.
That were letting finite sorrow shroud the
boundless love OF God,
And the pail blot out the glory of the path
the Savior trOd.
Something OF immortal vigor thro' the
carth-bOund spirit lows,
And my soul puts forth its blossoms, ito
grief's wintry tempest blows,
just as roses lean mp smiling at the foot Of
Alpine SHOWS
Outlines joy is wrung from sadness, and ]
bless Gods power divine.
That no lengths OF grief arc stretching TO the
heavenly home from mine,
And my journeyings should be brighter for
the light that falls nom thine.
Can the blossoms of the dead years spring
again with oderous bloom?
Can the rainbOws Of the dead summers all
their vanished fires relume?
Harder We're the resurrection of youths
Hopes that ind tomb.
How delusive were our dreamings, bios
som-like- with sweetness rife,
In the spanning rainbow's beauty we forget
TIL tide Of light celestial drifted in upon
thy life
Like to ivy DER ruins, memories overrun
Hopes that vanish like the starbeams when
morn's rosy portal opes,
Like the splendOrs when dim twilight deep
ems down the sunht slopes.
Every heart hath recolIections that the lips
breathe not aloud,
Some like rosebuds rich in sweetness, folded
in their Verdant STROUD,
Some like lurid lightnings hidden in the
black midsummer cloud.
But like white pearls, underlying all the
moaning OF the sea,
Like to hidden gems enriching the deep
mines Obscurity.
Meath my spirits outward seeming lie fond
memories of thee.
other voices have grown silent, other forms
and smiles have fled,
But while the Eternal HVeth, we but mock
to call them dead,
They butleft Times dusl0y borders for the
golden gates instead.
Tho our pathways seem divergent, tho
where raptured seraphs stand.
While hear no strain celestial for the drop
ping of times sand,
Yet we OFT are gliding closely for warm clas-
pings Of the hand.
For times journey winds not onward till its
viSta'd gloom appals-
Near and yet unseen, it circles, round and
round the heavenly walls
Suddenly the gateway opens: unawares the
glory falls.
am learning earthly leSsons-heart and
brain at school.
Time may bring its bitter teachings, change
enforce its sternest rule,
sun, like dark clouds, edged with sunshine,
faith shall make life beautiful.
] am weary OF the conflict ere this dust is
thrown aside,
But like fragrant lilies springing Whitley
from the staguant tide,
May my SOJn from Times dark waters come
forth white and glorified.