Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-06-27
sPRING IN TIE ALLEK

sho stopped and told him that tho Spring was
A ring OF triumph in her fresh young voice;
For she, poor child, was In her life's glad
And the soft sunshine made her heart re.
"wcrt thou not longing for tho sprlnga" she
But The palo sufferer sadly shook bis hoad,
And razcd with sunkcn eyes upon her face,
TIL Its puro beauty M cd his soul with peace,
Thcn smoothcd hcr locks, and In fond ON
Clasplng her slender form, ho whispered;
"Cpaao
To sing tho praises OF the young Spring flow
Child OF tho narrow COURT thoy arc not oursl'
Der tho despondent sufferer bending low.
TIL her fnir trcsses swept his throbbing
with tcndcr pllstcning eyes, and chcoks aglow
WIN 10Y and h9pe she s9Gy y,oo told him how
Wooed tho white clusters of tho hawthorn
trees.
Sho spoke OF twittering birds, and raised hor
cyOs,
Bright with tho glory of poetic thought
To tho dark ceiling that shut out tho Skies
And lowe red upon hor, as she vainly sought,
With words of loving sympathy, to cheer
The fickerlng life that suffering made so dear.
For oh, that lifo unlovely though It seemed,
Was tho dear object of her fondost love;
NOlumoS OF WltCnlnV pOcSy Snc urchfneu.
Morn noon and evening, ms shc bent above
His weary form. yet neither light nor bloom
Could tempt her footsteps from that dingy
room.
Oft, whom she heard his hollow cough, she
In the still midnigbt-how It wrung her
hcnrtl
Yea, sho could hear 1t oven when sho slept
And often wakened with foverish start
Beseochng God, in many fearful prayer.
To cusc the pain that she so lOngcd to share.
Blthclv sho carolod when the morning sun
Rose DER the alley like u blushing bride:
Or grave aud silent, like somo mcck-faced
nun,
Piled she her needle by the sufferers side
And oh, II was SO sweet to toll for him
Till her hands trembled, and her eyes grow
diml
Till from those weary hands hor work would
And her dim vision could distinguish
nought
snyc tho black spiders crawling on tho wall,
And tho dead vioeis she herself had bought
With the few coppers she had stored away
From hcr poor scanty earnings dny by day.
For when before the markot-stall she Stood
Her little purse clnsped tightly in her hand.
She needs must ptirchnse-for each dowy bud
Seemed like Il messenger from fairyland;
And well her fine poetic fancy knew
The sheltered places where the vioots grew.
And when she raised them to hor eager lips
With tho pure rapture OF little child,
The dewdtops twinkled on their azure tips
Till the young dreamer bent her face and
smiled
With the sweet consciousness that they would
bring ,.er,
Into the mcancst slum breath of Spring,
Returning home her joyous footsteps fell
Dlikc the soft patter OF the summer rain;
And oh, ono weary sufferer know 1t we'll
And moancd u welcome from his bed of
painl
Close TO his breast she crept, and kneellng
there
He twined the violets in her sunny hair.
Charmed from his fretful mood, the sufferer
laid
One thin white hand upon her worn gray
dress:
"Dear chidi' he murmured. whilc the sun
beams played
At hidc-and seek amid each wandering tress,
" Withdraw the blind-let IN the rosy morn;
4. too, am grateful that the Spring is bornl'
'-bdnilY Forester, Ia Chambers journal.