The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1884-03-27
ieionfos 0nssa0


A., q M l'yf raohei N valley sni ~ MI
once .ssin % liy' ulu OYER me su' s'osl
ilWn Me west
IT'S thepIaoe tlr drnF ga orlafe, nfaih who's,
Hwpst tmhlFtflng shadd
In nc ysss ihat ons haya perish 4 onfo 4
hippi youth sfHyod
Leigh on Gfange lp.iig NO tifens d,i lios
OnJOu uUtr mnTei
Al. / 40 ne breath ofrsei climbing 'rouli
YOU oneu duur
Yonddt e, lhe dear OIL orch nd, aud the
Aud see The dash u water As It rushei by the
Iull
Eesr t1is .ire,o,lai, IA the gloani0g ofa Juno
! was ,sitlui Dy a nalien, ulsing iendery and
ioS.
She vas young aul fair as morning aud tho
We're 10 me s.eier answer than her ruby lins
could speak
How NV heart bea, h9h with raptufel And
how bright the future snorel
As this faif glrl sat beside ms and her heart
Weary iovcr you wSul cal 4. only boyl.h love
yet sIi
| would give lie's hilurr promise ones 10 feel
thar hes9 Wild thill.
Many ey nlugby this slrssm'et dleamsd We
many happy dreams,
OF how liAt dream OF heaven This igir PFC
tura tu INC setms'
All, how soon our cam was onded-perlcd
,hr ugh fathers price,
Who would Aui receive my darling "a hli sons
own chosen aildc,
Sh1 w,s b,f' thu mi'ler's daughter, aud h-rouly
worldly Ntatn,
Was her wrpt Gnu gent q uatuT" aud her lovely,
blooming hc4llh;
AID my HJhcr proud and worldly berg i m
ihnl OuiA sou
Would Istsr sc tho Hmly hon-r-and, oh
d, -lAS! h. wIH'
I, the only hel;, he pleaded, ofa rich and noble
race,
should cspouSc q, "a maiden, tlis ft'r nam
aud mouse Olr SO.
And / ,vnr6. usd hy dreaming that my
IN "a spok. tho ira b,
That my duv trus dem udcd / should Vie Il
-r--thi, az a,ao, go..h -,
On, This rri q .of III "a and station, what sai
ruirs you have wrought
Oh, ho f,lse IL. ,cHsl OF honor tia! your
prompt, igs Ger have iaushu
Honor? 9 uming man should fash'ol but a
iaisuhDHl ofh!, life.
Loving ono VT, deepest pN,sl IN, seek another
Hs his vito?
Honor Tn.idsmlnds barter OF The dear st
For IN empt-, sounding Title. or the sorili
wealth uf gold?
Honor? Honor Soruei OF hesyen-this the
Tcc0rt unr earth
HAN the evils crowd ag 'rolud US In loves out
Ia tlud thelT birth,
An. mistaken pdle aud duty, ro.bing llf5 Of
all It's bloom
Crushiug you h aud love and beauty with the
cruel hand OF doom l:.-....-...-.....-,..-.-
Well, we parted -and wandered ever reCk esi
far and wide,
And mid scenes OF brilliant pleasures sou hit
my bitter grief TO hide
How tded thus 10 forget hcr, and 10 fsncy all
WAS done
That to M the wo-lI w7s dazzling and that
bayely sAono the sun
To think I'd done with passion, had whistled 1t
down IN, Wind,
And III this bride, o. ponp and power recon-
pen,e would fl I'D.
But mid these scenes Of grandeur amid the
brill mt thfong
Amid ils vest reyels there would ilolt strain
Of sons.
A womeu's voice. who's tender heat was rich
The offering gided pomp aud power or
wealth OF pTinC-iy hHll,
And IN u moment, when alone, would fancy
could sec
Her zoe il its f esb, young beauty, her riuglcts
Tutoring fee;
Her Sof blue eyes wd3 open. her sweet rcd
lies Apari,
AS she used 20 look n he GOLDEN days before
broke her heart
And then would mat'y curse tine hour the
worldly wealth and pH Z
THAT babe no break my p!ighted troth and
drove me from her stda
Oh, cruel, se'fsh tgrant thou, thou poisor-
painted dart
That blackened all the world b, me and pierced
aw mans heart!
pom yon Mill meath grass and flowers, where
willow branches wave
And evening brcezes daily, lies her earthy,
moss'grown grave.
Oh my darling, sweatly sleeping meath the
calm, soft summer sky,
Softly whispers my heart TO me. you ara hap
pier far than j.
For my lif. Is cold aud wtetched and my hopes
III darkness se,
Ny hear Is but a barron waste. whero ever
reigns regret.
Oh, the olden golden hours! Oh. the days that
are NO more!
Oh, the dreaIy. drasry futurel On, lifes bleak
and barren shore!
It drives mo wild to think OF gifts We medly !
thrO away,
Unthinkng lest we then may lose life's honey |
and wine, for aye.
But oh, msthnks the nanss ws feel TO think |
what might have been"
Az we stand On tn dresry crescent, should !
atone for very sin.
We but ons wish that when | die, il naive !
Ianl or strange,
then MAJ sleeb On youier hill that looks on |
Leighton Grange.
rs IGSr