Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-08-10
the wIFE's LOVER.


lhave lover, l. IT'S long indeed
Since from my husbands lips sweet praises
came,
Since all my pains have earned one small
thanks need,
Or one poor fault OF mine gone free from
blame;
But then my lover All do is best;
No plan, no need, but makes him new sur.
prise;
That should be so skilled, so kind, so wise
Whether work or sport or sit Of rest,
That way l am dearest, he most proud OF me-
Only that sometimes he will take q spite
At some light task he deems for me not
light
And, gently tyrannous have me let II be.
Wen, he forgets; we have been wed so long;
But in my heart have him, who but hei
My lover in whose eyes did no wrong.
] am not lonely quite though day by day,
Evening by evening, l am thus alone,
My lover never has quite gone away
Who talked with me-ah In how dear tone,
Who looked at me whene'er he spoke or l.
And when he looked twas softly; not word,
However light, spoke him fell unheard;
Even hed speak for sake of my reply.
Alb, remember, though TO him It's nought,
How in the earlier years he could not find,
With me not near, a pleasure to his mind;
How, hurrying home, from room to room he
sought
For me. me sole, me he could never spare,
Me whom he needed for his every thought
Whom his heart needed as his life the air.
A star may long have persisted, yet its beam,
Reaching our world shine and exist to US;
Our happiness, however spent it seem,
Exists to me, sending its brightness thus.
Twill last think for all my lifetime yet
And keep me from the darkness might
know
II in this world there were no long ago,
II, being his wife, could like him forget.
might be wearier Qifes a drowsy round),
might be lonelier, might shed foolish tears,
But Tor the love, the lover. OF far years,
But that some trihing thing, a scent, sound,
gift he gave me then, a book we read,
Brings all that was anew, and have found,
Though he forgets, the lover whom we'd.
He will remember when it is goodbye.
His hand that tenderly will hold mine fast
VIII be again my lovers while die;
And afterward when he recalls the past
know twill be as though through all our life
had been what used to be to him.
As though our sunshine never had grown
dim
And Ihad been his love as well as wife
Always. He'll think twas always; he'll,
gone,
Forget weared HIM and pleased him i'll.
Forget, not the old love, but this long chill,
Reading, through tears, my name upon my
stone,
He'll think he misses me, as though had
been
Some one he always needed, priced, now still
Twas once, and he'll forget the while he-
tween.
i have not lost my lover; no, not lost;
No more than lilies have been lost whose
root
Is in the earth while the dead leaves are
tossed
On chilly gusts and autumn is afoot
Within the loot there live the bud and leaf,
And in ones heart OF memory the flowers
Live on that were abloom in happy hours.
! love my lover; make little grief;
Ihave my lover him who took my youth,
And kept it very happy some years long;
But youth has waned; yet in my heart too
strong
For desire youths happiness in sooth
or beng loved and praised, and that's gone
by.
Wen, am merry at the true, true, truth:
Not lonely II have a lover, II
Augusta Webster, in Good Words.