The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-12-02
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W. IL. frenbico S1ld: mo 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 upon my bridal eve,
have song to sing tonight,
Before thou takest thy mournful leave.
Since then so softly time hath stirr'd
That months have almost seemed like
hours,
And l am like little bird
That slept too long among the nowers,1
And, waking sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing mid the shades OF even;
But OIL with sadder heart sing
sing of one who dwells 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 troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimpled DER
Lifts up its 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 floated in ether, too.
Loved onel though lost TO human sight,
feel thy spirit lingering near;
And softly-as feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere,
As in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hushed the
prayer,
A solemn awe the soul pervades,
Which tells that worship has been there;
A breath of incense, left alone,
Where many a censer swung around;
Which thrills the wanderer like to one
Who treads on consecrated ground.
know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
Yet stops a while to dwell with me.
Hath caught the prayer breathed in this,
That at last might dwell with thee;
hear murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirits sighs;
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
That will know and meet thee there
I'll know thee there by that sweet face
Round which 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 fisd,
Even when its soul had fed to heaven;
I'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters in thy raven hair;
Obi by these blessed sights alone
I'll know thee there pll know thee there
For ah! thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweetest youth and beauty met,
That swan in love and softness here,
Must swim in love and sostness yet.
For ahl its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand sighs,
Were holer 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.
l wonder il this cold, sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips and famed thy
brow,
For all thy spirit hears and sees
Recalls thee to my memory now;
For every hour we breathed apart
win but increase, if that can he,
The love that fills this lonely heart
Already filled SO full of thee
Yet many tear thess eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lips shall sink to sleep,
And you and l shall meet in heaven