The Press., 1886-09-16
Issued Every FlHrsdayEVslilg.
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 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER.

Little change the place had witnessed
 As the 'heeting years passed by, And contented were the people
 Mid it's scenes to live and die. On the village green in summer Children played at set of sun; Old men sat in groups and watched them, Telling deeds that they had done t!r Youths and maidens fondly hngefed,
 And beneath the naples strolled, .,. And where branches hid the moonbeams Tales of love were often told i '"''- High up in the old church steeple '" Hung the bell whose soft, sweet tones Out to worship called the people, a. From their many pleasant homes. Often had it rung in gladness
 On some joyous wedding day; '#. ts.'. Often had it tolled in sadness an aar As some soul had passed away. p, ff One there lived within the village, .... One beloved by young and old ... One with cheeks as fair as roses,
 Dark brown eyes, and hair of gold. boz. Here, within this quiet hamlet, t..r. Free from sorrow, pain and strife, Agnes Brown, the miller's daughter,
 Passed the girlhood of her life. "'.' i'"3 Many lovers sought to win her '
 From her pleasant cottage home, .h %. b. But fair Agnes seemed unwilling sfb- i From its, quiet haunts to roam. ,f ....... Agnes, child, so young and happy, On that fair, unclouded brow, '....'. Must be written lines of sorrow l.. Ia. That you little dream of nowl ..- One bright morn in early spring time, Long before the fields were green, Down the. village road Q stranger, Slowly coming, could be seen l r'' ...- Coming there to stay till autumn, Ha, sa. From the distant busy town, .+t,- . And this tall and fair faced stranger Won the love of Agnes Brown. Days passed on and spring time ended, And the blooming summer came. .. Bringing golden hours to Agnes, cti.- 's Hiding future grief and shame. She so young, so fair, SO artless,
 She so gentle, kind and true,s7 .' . Loved with all her heart this stranger,
 And no thought of sorrow knew. Waving grain adorned the hillsides,
 Swaying lilies kissed the streams; Verdant fields were white with daisies,
 Cleaning in the sun's bright beams. Wild flowers blossomed in the forest,
 Where the sun, with piercing ray, Shone through over-hanging branches,
 Where the robins sang their lay. "" Soon the summer days had vanished,
 And throughout the place twas said That fair Agnes, in the autumn, .. ..
 To the stranger would be wed. Soon the fields were brown with harvest,
 And the day was drawing near ,.,.' When the miller's brown-eyed daughter
 Would forsake her home so dear. Bright and lovely dawned the morning,
 And the suns effulgent ray Bathed in brilliant light the hill-tops-
 It was Agnes wedding day. E Golden grain, and corn ungathered, '
 Waved like banners, in the breeze That swayrd leaves of red and purple
 Mid the branches of the trees. Happy was the heart of Agnes,
 Swestly rang the old church bell, As if to the village people
 1t the joyous news would tell '.. |. Soon the marriage rite was over, ..
 And, with girlish grace and pride, From the church beneath the naples
 Agnes stepped, blushing bride. On the morrow he her husband,
 To the city would repair, .3i ' f.. And home amid its hustle r.
 y One short week would soon be ended
 Then for Agnes he would come, And they'd leave the quiet village
 For lovely city home. Patiently the young wife waited, But no husband to her came. fa q. Had the man she loved deceived her ?
 Must she bear such burning shame? ''No, he would not thus forsake her,
 lkN.nW 2 l But hel hopes each day grew fainter,
 As she palmer saw her fate. .. On the life SO gay and happy
 Fell shadow, dark and drear, That would not be lifted from it
 While she'd roam this earthly sphere. Sorrow, grief, and bitter anguish,
 Disappointment, and despair, 70 Left their deeply furrowed traces .., .. On the features once so fair. Winters snows had come and vanished, Spring time came and disappeared; Summer daisies once more blossomed,
 And the teeming earth endeared And again the golden autumn, With it's soft and yellow haze, Clothing earth with richest glories,
 Ushered in the harvest days.
 
 And long, long year had fled H Since the day the fair-faced stranger
 And the miller's girl were wed Again the day dawned, bright and lovely,
 And again the old church bell Rang, but not a marriage summons,
 Rang sad and mournful knell From the church beneath the naples,
 Through the village, calm and still, Passed silent, sad procession, To the church yard on the hill Prom a new made grave, at sunset, People turned with weeping. eyes, While the strangers bride, with angels,
 Sang in realms beyond the skies. High aboxe the nnists and shadows
 Of this world of pain and grief, From its woe, and disappointment
 Surfing Agnes found relief Na Time passed on, and time wrought changes
 In this quaint and olden town, And from minds of many people
 Passed the fate of Agnes Brown. @ Many times had daisies biossomed
 Since the day that Agnes died; Many who stood weeping OCT her
 Long had slumbered by her side On the village green, at sunset,
 Many times had children played; a,. . Many times had youths and maidens Meath the shady naples strayed. Tottering through the quiet village,
 One bright morn in early May, Came a wretched human bsine,
 Bent and ragged, old and gray; 5f People gazed with awe and pity, As he slowly passed them by Children shouted in derisi0n, | ,i p,,k ha haa<7e7 i,rk tleiR tor, i.. }lt