The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1885-11-27
ILL KNOW THEE THERE.

I'LL KNOW THEE THERE.
re-. D. Prentice, said: ssNo living poem can
turpass in beauty the following lines from the
muse OF Amelia:"
Pale star, that, with thy soft, sad light,
Comes out upon my bridal eve,
have song to sing to night,
Before thou takest thy mournful leave.
bince then so softly time has stirr'd
That months have almost seemed like hours
And am like little bird
That slept too long among the flowers,
And, waking, sits with waveless wing,
Soft singing mid the shades of even
But, oh with sadder heart l 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,
Til all the ocean, dimpled DER,
Lift up its voice and laughs aloud
And star on star, all soft and calm,
Float up yon arch, serenely blue,
And, lost on earth, and STEPPED in balm,
My spirit floated in ether, too
Loved one! though lost to human sight,
feel thy spirit lingering near;
And softly-as feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere,
AS in some tenn ole's holy shades,
Though mute the hymn, and husaed the
prayer,
a solemn awe the soul pervales,
Which tells that worship has been there;
A breath of incense, left alone,
Where many censor swung around;
Which thrills the wanderer like to one
We treads on consecrated ground.
[ know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
Yet stops awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer breathed in this,
That at last mig dwell with thee;
L hear murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spi it's sighs;
L hear voice on every breeze
That makes to mine its low replies
A voice all low and sweet like thine;
1t gives an ansW er to my Irayer,
And brings my soul from Heaven sign
That will know and meet thee there.
J'll know thee there by that sweet face,
nd,which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days,
By that sweet saliie that DER it shed
A beauty like tie light of even,
Whose so.t expression never fed
Even when its soul had fed to Heaven;
1'll know thee by the starry crown
That glitters i'll thy raven hair;
Oh! by these blessed sights alone
I'll know thee there I'll know thee thsre.
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 softness yet.
For ab! its dark and liquid beams,
Though saddened by thousand sighs:
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates of Paradise
Were bright and radeat Ike the morn,
Yet soft and dewy as the eve.
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes to learn to srieve.
I wonder if this cold sweet breeze
Hath touched thy liTs and famed thy brow,
For all my spirit hears and es
Recalls thee to my memory now;
For every hoar we breathed apart
VIII but increase. if that can be,
The love that fl this lonely heart,
Already filed SO 1ull of thee,
Yet many a tear these eyes must weep,
And many sin must be forgiven,
Gre these pale liGs shall sink to sleep,
AMI you and / shall meet in heayenl