Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-09-11

HEART.PRiNTS.
ncr accents ringing In the lark and
IL, lisnti fragrant breeze which whispers as 1t
d dances wayside possies, IN the sweetly.
49,: . sec she often blessed with kisses as she
NA n,fMfered them to me;
.orvthing Of beauty, hallowed by her
~.o Ip Injections OF her graces and her per.
!" t%ectness see. <,
.,t,,y. shaded byways. where the hedge.
srnws mark the highways,
,nr srove and in the garden where we
III walked on summer ewes,
. the shadow pattern crosses on the
ht' cs,rpct of the MOSES,
y tir Iovc-god's web was woven with
.Ant ne ones the shadow weaves;
~ the purest dewdrops glistened as I
he' oftrn stopped and listened
a., the words she whispered only to her
~ lover and the leaves.
.,r the heavens appeared to lend her
nv something OF their starry splendor
,-,;ch was mirrored clear and tender in
.ha hlue deeps OF her eyes;
L,;,a nor soul, awaked in wonder. forced
"' the curtains wide asunder,
,a her chances borrowed weapons flashing
"' bright with loves surprise;
,on the story sweet and olden made each
IL" nrecious moment golden,
re marked them off with kisses, and in
eo :" doing so were wise.
!, the stream which ripples yonder, how for
hours We used to wander,
while the maiden nestled closely like a
birdling at my side;
|,ore she watched its diamonds flashing
~ and its cascades swiftly dashing,
With h the The OH my It pa s1de anu blossoms noddins
khen the picture was perfected, when its
IL mirror pool reflected,
And it's ripples kissed the image of my
~ darling and my pride.
ha we watched the shadows falling as we
heard the bulbul calling
In those tones of liquid silver for the pres
" ence of IT'S mate;
hall we understood Ito story, and we watch.
ed the moonlight's glory
As it heautiticd the landscape; and the
stars from heavens gate,
hne by one came softly stealing, c its
And in some twin constellation tried to
image out u fate.
Never learned she how to chide me rs she
gladly walked beside me-,
While the incense floated upward that was
Ersht her loving Dyes would glisten, as the
songbird stopped to listen,
And the insect chorus raptured half forgot
its noisy powers;
haus with happy footsteps tripping, while
the grass it's banners dipping,
Lowry bent, her footsteps kissing, have we
wandered through the hours.
linen her gentle words beguiling, not q
thought OF i'll defiling
Any single phrase she uttered, any sweet
ly-loving word;
|rrre AS snow the heart creating what the
Ion.)V Hn2 were nrQfinO
With affectionate abandon like the singing
of a bird;
Eo with reverent spirit hearing, hnlf rejoic-
ing md half fearing,
With Il prayer of thankful happiness my
loving soul was stirred
|Ah, those days of raptured pleasure when
held my dearest treasure
fuii of grateful heart contentment safely
sheltered In my arms;
While for mo We're all her graces, all her
kisses ands embraces,
vi for me her spirits tribute with Its null
titudes of charms;
Nine the soul in loyal duty, mine the heart
in all its beauty,
so we made n Heaven between us as we
laughed at all alarms.
But tnev called her over yonder! All alone
l sadly wander
In the haunts we loved to frequent, which
arc sanctified with tears;
Though our joys have never fruited, angel
ranks have been recruited,
And the sweetest soul in Paradise has
sung with them for years;
God hath willed, and she is waiting where
the Joys and where the mating
Is Tor grand eternal cycles, safe beyond
the world of fears.
so ! watch The myrtles creeping where her
youthful form is sleeping,
and the velvet eycs of pansieS, soft and
gentle as her own;
Every thought n living ember Of the love-
lame I remember,
Flowers she loved u sweet reminder OF
her every o and tone;
let a little while l tarry, but we yet shall
meet and marry,
And with soul possessed Oflpatience I pur-
size my path alone.
I have treasures of reflection, stores OF
gentle recollection,
.Ald each memory is an altar on which
burns affections fires:
livery thought with raptures blending, every
wish i'll prayer ascending,
Every hope to light the future with O faith
which never tires.
is he whose spirit traces, from the old
familiar places,
Paths of promise to an angel whom hi
worships and admires,
Guided by her to the mansion unto which
each soul aspires.
-. Edgar Jones, in Chicago Current.