The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1885-10-30
I'll KNOW THEE THERE.

[G D. Prentice said: 'No living poem can
surpass in beauty the following lines from
the muse of Amelia."l
Pale star that with thy SOFT sad light,
Comes out upo1 my bridal eve,
l have a song to sing tonight,
Before thou takcst thy mournful leave.
Since then so softly time hath stirr'd
That months have almost seemed like
hours,
And l am like a little bird
That slept too long among the flowers!
And, waking, sits with waveess wing,
Soft singing mid the shades of even;
But, OH with sadder heart l sing
l sing of one who dweils in heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And tenderest thought my heart beguiles,
AS, floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out in
smiles;
And to the green, resounding shore
In silvery tro jps the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimped DER
Lifts up is voice and laughs aloud;
And star on star, all soft and calm
Floats up yon arch, serenely blue;
And, lost to earth, and STEPPED in balm,
My spirit noated in ether, too.
Loved one! though lost to human sight,
l feel thy spirit lingering near;
And softly-as feel the light
That tremble5 through the atmosphere,
AS in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hushed the
prayer,
A solemn awe the soul pervodes,
Which tells that worship has been there;
breath of incense, left alone
Where many a censor swung around
Which thrills the wanderer like to ono
Who treads on consecrated ground.
[ know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
Yet stops while to dwell with me.
Hath caught the prayer l breathed in this,
That l at last might dwell with thee;
[ hear murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirits signs;
hear voice on every breeze
That makes to mine its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine;
1t gives an answer to my prayer,
And Brings my soul from heaven a sign
lndU Will know ana meet tloe tlere.
III know thee there by that sweet face
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days,
By that sweet smile that DER it shed
A beauty like the light of even,
Whose soft expression never fl d.
Even when its soul had fed to heaven;
I'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in thy raven hair
! Oh! by these blessed sights alone
I'll know thee there I'll know thee there
For ali! thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweetest youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and 50 tness yet.
For ah its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand signs,
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve,
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes to learn to grieve
wonder if this cold, sweet breeze
Hath touched tiny lips anu tanned my
brow,
For all thy spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee to my memory now;
For every hour we breathed apart
Will but increase, if that can be,
The love that fills this lonely heart,
Already filled so full of thee.
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
/ And many a sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lips shall sink to sleep,
/ And you and | shall meet in heaven!