The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1883-01-25
A LITTLE LINK.


Is shining OH her little face,
The freight glints upon her hair,
My precious bosom, oh! how fair,
How very fair she is!
And soft she sleeps, my little one,
AS sadly to and fro pace,
And dream anew of olden bliss.
The flowers plucked 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, o blossom brigSA
That yex and thrill mo as / stand
Anear, and on thy features look.
Thy mothers face, thy mothers smi.s,
THY mothers ringlets flowing 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 erstwhile,
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,
Will she, too, seek as have sought
The kiss the childish lips have brought
Our parted lips to bless?
Will she, too, neutrality-suspicious. all
l said and did, and seek to gain
A glimpse of our lost happiness?
All dear my wife! all 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 die?
If we two stood upon the brink
OF that wide gulf that yawns beneath
Thy life and mine this many day,
And one should 10 the other say,
Il erred the first-and most"
Should we stretch out glad hands and link
Our lives, and let the dark "has been"
Float from us like grim gray ghost?
IT'S hard to say, for pride is strong,
And either blamed the others heat;
But as look upon the face
Of my one child, and in it trace
The look of one away,
My heart cries out against the wrong
That bars us both from union sweet;
sand whose the blame?" | sadly say.
| was to blame, for I 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 fools! to think that they could touch
With balm the hearts that ached too much,
Too wildly for despair
But pride put gauth above the smart,
And we were gay and light of speech,
And jeered at love and Knocked at care
But still the child, the little child,
Goes at stated seasons forth
From her to me, from me to her,
And keeps keen thrilling thoughts astir.
Awahing old regret.
Thought springs tonight unfettered, wild,
Oh, wife. what is life's living worth
If thou and | are parted yet?
Loi will break the bonds that hold
MY life and thine in separate ways,
And standing by thee face to face
Beseech thee fill thine empty place,
And bless my lonely soul
With love like that fair love of old,
That gladdened all our morning days,
But stronger grown, and calm, and whole
will not grudge to own the wrong
Great heaven, what slender form is here!
What loving eyes look into mine!
What hands in mine own hands entwine?
My wife, my wife at last!
Wake up, white bosom, sleep not long, ]
Awake TO bless thy mother dear;
Our days of dark are gone and past
My bird, thou hast flown home to me,
Thrice welcome to thine early nest!
Nay, not q word between US twain
OF all the empty years OF pain
For evermore be said
It is enough for me and thee,
That thou art here upon my breast,
That all our foolish past is dead.