The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-04-28

ZINC IO1lOWluR pOcW Wub WTNtCh W tuG
ate John d. Cough when seventeen years of
lge It was preserved in an old scrap-book
,elong ng to Mrs. 8. p. Burnot. OF this city;
The scrap-book has been used by several
OF the family in various WAYS ana
Until now the poem given below has never
,een pu shed.
oh! dost thou wish me to impart
The paintive tale of wOman's heartp
Come then, tits evening = pensive hour;
Come to YOUR silent lonely tower:
Thcre, where the summer gales are mute,
With cypress W II | wreath my lutte,
And sadly. tearfully impart
The mournful tale OF woman's heart.
In childhoods rairest brightest years
Her early smiles are chased by tears;
Reproofs subdue. restrictions bind,
Her bound ny viii and soar,ng mind;
Her iors delude. her pastimes ny.
Her buds and blossoms droop and die;
And d sappo ntments constant smart
1nures to grief her infant heart.
New jovs new grefs are hers to prove,
She Yields her tr,i sting hedrt to love:
Love-Oh' what mighty thoughts are
stirred
Love, that can lightly. gai'v scan
with passing wing the mind OF man
But reigns in its resistless art,
The sovereign of woman's heart.
Perchancc her heart is doomed to burn
with love that does not meet return;
In secret grief, in silent shame,
She cherishes her helpless heme.
Her spirits sink, her bloom is gone;
All homes desert her mind but one
The hope that death will soon impart
Peace to her lone and widowed heart.
Perchance she loves--is loved again
And prudence pours warning strain;
Offcious friends advise. reprove.
And speak of wealth and scott at love.
She yields 10 cautious. rigid laws.
She meets the lcy wOrlu applause,
But stern remorse has fixed her dart
Forever in her bleeding heart.
Perchance she forms q worthless choice,
And meets the worlds rebuking voice;
She hears the name so lov'd, so dear,
Pronounced with scorn. with taunts severe
She owns them lust. her soul is tried
Bv rival pass Ons-lOve and pride;
Ah pride removes not loves keen dart.
But bids 1t tester in her heart.
Perchance her feelings all approve.
She wins her first, her only love.
Alas! She soon must learn to brook
The hasty word, the frig'd look;
The trivial, but repeated slight
That ch lis the spirit Ike blight.
Oh! hourly thus will man mpart
New trials to womanS heart.
Such is her lot--in soul and mind
From infancy debnsed, confined.
FORBID to seek renown or Tame.
Condemned to duties duh and tame.
Love is the sweet and single ray
That sparkles on her lonely way.
She sees that eteOrs light depart,
And darkness shrOuds her joylcss heart.
hnd would'st thou her lot would trace
When beauty's bloom deserts her face.
when ga,ers PISS unkindiy by
Her faded check and rayless eye;
when he the loved one of her youth,
Breathcs at n fairer shrine his truth?
Oh. cease-nor ask me to iinpart
The last sad tale of woman's heart
Hark, round our bower the night winds
rise,
Dark clouds o'crspread the murkv skies,
The rain descendS in gustv showers.
And bends the woodbues' droopinR flowers
NV tale is DER. these clouds this gloon,
Where all was lately warmth and bloom.
It's sad and mournful close impnrt,
And tell the wreck of woman's heart.
-PhVo isi phn Press.