The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-03-14
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ANSWER TO a LETTER.
By ]. n. GIBSON.

With the nectar so showered on me who
drinks with the greed OF boy,
The wildering measures of bliss that flow
from the fountain OF love.
Happier grow every day with the hope
that is sweeter by far,
Than the roses perfume ia the May blown
the warm south's bosom above,
When the moon seems tender and sad and
night seems in love with star.
Avaking from dreams Of Thy beauty think
of thee'early at morn,
Who, like vision Of Eden, came to brighten
and sweeten my sleepi
think of the mishsps of time, of the hearts
With sorrow forlorn,
OF the hopes that die with the May, of the
eyes that waken to weep.
| think of the beautiful dreams that light up
the mist of the shore.
OF the future with fountains and flowers. a
mirage of Eden afar;
Where the grapes, whose wine is our mad
ness, with their purple are pressed to
the core,
Where ever some great love glstens, with
the mystical fame of start
j
dream bringeih gloom,
Killing the hopes Of the youthful, with the
mans hard toll and strife,
Digging in the hearts of each mortal for every
grand passion a tomb;
Where a world of sad sweet memories, is
the end of all JOY in this lfel
Oh, every bright flower of sprngtime, too
soon and swectly must die,
And little on the hilltop of manhood, of air
castles oil boyhood remain!
/ think of the distance between US, and full
of my sadness sigh,
And wonder if shall behold thee again
without sorrow and pain:
But put this dark thought by me as thing
of measureiess woe,
Saying to it as to demon, get thee quickly
behind me
Thou theme not to think on oh, thought
that robs me of peace-Go!
But still it will shadow my fances, and
sadly and strangely remind me
In seeming a black-winged demon, battling
my every endeavor
To Danish it out of the sunlight when all
my soul would be glad;
Filling ml musings with pain, mocking hopes
pictures forever
Showing me woman in tears her lover
lonely and sal!
Do you think of me often, is often question
from skeptics borrow,
When think of many fond hearts, now
broken, whose loves we're in vain
Remembering the stories of lovers deceived
in theirs trusts unto sorrow,
Remembering the sad songs of poets that
we'll from the heartstrings of painl
But I cannot think thee I" cressid" faith
whispers thy bosom is true.
Loves faith spirit from heaven with SPLEEN
dor my presence about,
Like spring day morning so bright to the
fowerets chilled with the dew
Shows me all of the angel in thee, and
nothing TO fear or TO Doubt
The present is full of its pain, the future III
gid with dream.
I'M make it as fresh as the spring, and as
full of the beauty of A ,wers.
Everything shall be sweet therein, and bright
as the morning beam,
And songs of the happiest birds shall be
heard In It's spicy bowers.
A temple will build in the midst, temple
to adorn my fame,
And goddess mi crown in the temple,
that goddess-the goddess of love.
The birds shall minister to her, and breathe
into music her name,
The thrush in faint morning hours, the
throstle, the gold6nch and dove,
And low at her altar IN kneel, and out of my
heart foat prayer,
And q voice in the breath of rose will
whisper me softly arisel
Ali Then thou art there at my side with
orange blooms Frightening thy hai-,
And the light and joy Of thy soul looking
out of thy beautiful eyes.
Thus do shelter my heart in glorious castle
of air,
When the world is cruel and hard, removed
from sorrow for aught.
And thou art the jewel that shines with mag
netie influence there,
Thou the flower that never fades, within
my pleasantest thought.
But the world has claims apon me. and can
not always dream;
For reason will whisper action, be quick to
do and to dare.
Then the temple fades out and the vision so
bright in the fancifal beam,
And the soul comes back from its visit to
the beautiful castle of air.
Where hope was crowned with garlands,
where love was linked with lave,
Where soul was welded to soul, aud lips
10 lips in kiss;
Where my faith was the strength of lion,
thine pure as the note Of /. dove.
Where the light was . ray from heaven sent
down TO halo this
So turn TO the present again like one from
banquet Of mirth,
Who goes 70 the ewes of the world with a