The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1886-02-26
1.-THE DOVE"
COMPANION TO roK's RAVEN.

Once, upon a Summers evening,
As lay reposing, dreaming,
While the twinkling stars were beaming,
And their light was family cleaning,
Through the windows of my room,
Suddenly. beside any pillow,
Like the murmur OF n billow,
Or the sighs of u weeping willow,
Mid the shadow and the gloom,
There was heard gentle sound
Floating on the air around
AS an echo from above,
Perched upon the whitened head
OF statue near my bed,
And 4 seemed, with soft, low cooling,
My lone heart to soothe with wooing,
Like an angel from the sky,
Or spirit lowering nigh,
While i lay entrnnccd and dreaming,
Startled by the echo seeming
To be whispered from above;
In the starlight family cleaning,
With its form of beauty beaming
beheld the snowy dove;
With a thrill of wonder, gazing
On the visitor amazing.
demanded, "Who are you -
And the gentle bird of whiteness,
With its snowy robe of brightness,
Answered with coo:
90 am sent" he said, "from Alden,
BY II fair and lovely maiden,
With message unto thee;
l ain come TO sOotl,e thy sorrow,
Bid thee from despair to borrow
Hope that thou her face shall see,
For thy cherished One is living,
And her thoughts to thee is giving,
On bright and distant shore,
And come, her carrier dove,
With Il message from thy love,
Who is thine forcvermorc.
by this joyful news rcquited,
Raptured, rlvished and excited,
|, the snowy bird addressing,
Asked, with earnest voice inuuiring,
What my soul was most desiring,
That her name to Inc expressing,
lie would set my heart Mt rest,
Still the tumult in my breast,
And assure me that my maiden,
In the distant fields Of Alden,
Waited for Inc on that shore
Would be mine fOrevermore.
Then L spoke with greater fervor:
" Does my own departed live?''
To the bird of whitcncss list ming,
While my eager eyes were glist ming,
For the answer he should give;
Tell me, thou Carrier Dove,
or my absent, cherished love,
Whom knew III days of yore.
Has she passed the shining portal
OF the blessed land immortal.
Going through the golden door,
Does she move in light and splcndor?
DO the graces all attend her.
On that fair and distant shore?
Words and tones and looks revealing,
All my depths of inward feeling,
Moved, affected by my pleading,
And my anxious question needing,
Thus the dove, my soul discerning,
In the distant fields Of Alden,
On II bright Elysan shore,
Dwclls fair and lovely maiden,
And her name is Fillmore;
Mid the flowers about her blooming,
Mid the odors sweet, perfuming-
All the balmy air around;
She, arrayed in robes of whitcnc.s.
With n wreath immortal crowned
Then the bird, his wings unfolding,
Left me, rs | lay beholding,
Filled with transport and delight
With Il soft and sonorous COO,
Nodding, bidding Inc a,lieu,
Through the open window flew,
Out into the gloomy night:
But the bright enchanted vision
OF the distant fields of Elysium,
And my cherished Elinorcy
AS fair and lovely maiden,
Dwelling in the lands of Alden.
Is my light forevcrmorc.
There shall my loved one greeting
At our future, carly meeting,
On that distant radiant shore
With ecstatic JOY and gladness,
Free from parting, pain and sadness,
Clasp again my Gilmore,
Call her mine forevcrmore.