New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-02-12
4 LITTLE LINK.

She sleeps-the welcome winrry sun
Il shining on her little face,
The freight gunts upon her HAIR,
My precious blOssomi oh, how talr
How very fair she l.!
And soft she sleeps, my little one,
As sadly TO and irO pace,
And dream anew of olden bliss.
The flowers pIucked for her delight
Have fallen from the tiny hand;
The painted toy that charmed her eyes
with quaint design and action. lies
Beside the pictured book;
Strange thoughts arise, oh blossom bright,
That vex and thrill me as stand
Anear, and on tiny features look.
Thy mothers face, thy mothers smile,
Thy mothers ringle,s flow ng free
Her tinted cheek, her forehead white,
Her eyes, brown wells OF liquid light,
Yea, all her charms are thine;
Thy mother kissed thy lips erewhlle,
Before she sent thee forth TO me,
And to that kiss | added mine
And when this evenings shadows fall,
And thou art by her side again.
VIII She too seek. a | have sought
The kiss the childish lips have brought
Our parted lips to bless2
VIII she too tOndly question all
| sand and did, and seek TO gain
4 glimpse of our lost happinessf
All dear my wife alb sweet my wife,
Too lightly won, too lightly lost;
Might ripper age repair with tears
The havoc made IN earlier years.
Should we weep, thou and
Should we clasp hands, and end the strife
That all Our youthful years hath crossed,
And fare together till We diet
If We two stood upon the brink
OF that wide gulf that yawns between
Thy hte and mine this many day,
And one should to the other say
81 erred the first-and most
Should we stretch out glad b .nds and link
Our lives. and let the dark has been"
Float from us like a grim gray ghostf
IT'S hard to say for pride is strong,
And either blamed the others heat;
But rs | look upon the face
OF my one child, and III II trace
The look Of one away,
NV heart cTle out against the wrong.
That bars Us both from union sweet.
And whose the blame :" | sadly say.
was to blame, for was hard;
She was to blame, for she was proud;
And so the pride and hardness built
A wall between us high as guilt:
And yet no guilt was there.
But when my heart grew soft, she barred
The gate on love. / cried aloud;
But she was deaf unto my prayer.
And so we drifted far apart,
While friends came IN to heal the breach.
Poor tools TO think that they could t0ucn
With balm the hearts that ached too mucn,
Too wildly for despair.
But pride put gauds above the smart,
And we were gay and light of speech,
And jeered at love and Knocked at care.
But still the child the lit child,
Goes at stated seasons forth
From her o me, from me 10 her.
And keeps keen thrilling thoughts astlr,
Awaking old regret.
Tho ght springs to-ngh unfettercd. wild,
on. wife what Is lies living worth
II thou and | are parted yeti
Lol | viii break the bonds that hold
NV life and thine IN separate ways,
And standing by thee face 10 face
Bescech thee I'LL thine empty place,
And bless my lonely soul
With love like that fair love OF old,
That gladdened all cur morning days.
But stronger grown, and calm, and whole.
| will not grudge to own me wrong
Great Heaveni what slender form Is here !
What loving eyes look into mine
What hanus IN mine own hands entWlnef
Nv wife, nv wife. at last
Wake up, white blossom. sleep not long,
Awake to bless thy mother dear;
Our days OF dark are gone and past.
Nv bird. thou hast flown home to me,
Thrice welcome to thine early nest.
Nav. not a word between us twain
OF all the empty years OF PAIN
For eveTmOre be SAID.
IL il enough tor me ana thee
That thou art here upon my breast,
That all our foolish past Is dead.