The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-11-30

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Osiris rul A little time, few years
[perchance tomorrow, and We shall meets.
then, knowing an I am, how wilt thou greet
me there? Nay, here, as there, still must
thou love me for juries can not touch the
immortality Of such = love as thine np Con-
tempt alone can, like acid, eat away the
strong love Of noble hearts and reveal the
pitiful truth III It's poor nakedness Still
must thou love me, Harmachis: for what
ever my sins, yet am great and set above
thy scorn. Would that could have loved
thee as thou lowest met Almost did SO
when thou slewest those guards; and yet,
not quite.
.tOh, what q fenced city is my heart, that
none can take It, and cen when I throw
wide open the doors no man may win its
citadell oh, to put away this loneliness
and lose me in another's soul Oh, for q
year, month, an hour to quite forgs poll
cy, peoples and my pomp Of place, and be
but q loving womani Harmachis, fare thee
well Go Join Great Julius whom thine art
called up from death before me, and take
Egypt's greetings to him. All, we'll fooled
thee; and fooled Caesar perchance before
tits done fate will find me and myself shall
be fooled! Harmachis, fare thee well u
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heard the sweep Of another dress and the
light fall of another woman 5 foot.
'sAh! tits thou, Charmion Well, for all
thy watching, the man dies"
s.Ay,,' she answered, in voice thick with
grief. SAY, O Queen, SO say the physicians.
Forty hours hath he been in stupor so deep
that at times his breath could hardly LIFT
this tiny feathers weight, and scarce could
Of 10 oct fo1ro ro-
tice of the rising Of his heart. For ten long
DAYS I now have watched him day and
night, till NINE eyes stare wide open with
want of sleep, and for faintness, scarce can
I keep myself from falling. And Of all my
labor this is the enda The blow Of that &C
cursed Brennus has done its work, and
Harmachis dies!'
Glove counts not it's labor, Charmicy,1 sor
can it weigh it's tenderness in the scale OF
purchase. That which it hath it gives, and
Graves for more to give and give, till the
souls infnity be drained. Dear to thy
heart are these nights Of watching; sweet
to thy weary eyes is that sad sight OF
strength brought SO low that it hangs upon
thy weakness like a babe unto its mothers
breastl For, Charmion, thou dost Love this
man who loves not thee, and now that he
is helpless thou canst pour thy passion DER
the unans wering darkness Of his soul and
cheat thyself with dream Of what yet might
bel'
Il love him not, as thou hast proof, o
Queen! How can I love one who would
have slain thee, who art as my hearts sis
ter? sTis for pity that nurse him"
She laughed q little as she answered.:
s.Pity is love's own twin. Wondrous way
ward are. the paths of woman's love, and
thou hast shown thine strangely, that I
know. But the more high the love the
more deep the gulf whereinto it can fall
ay, and thence soar again to heaven, once
more to fall! Poor woman, thou art thy
passions plaything; now tender as the
morning sky, and now, when jealousy grips
thy heart, more cruel than the sea. Well,
thus are we made. Soon, after all this
troubling naught will be left thee but tears,
remorse and memory"
And she went forth.