Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1890-10-15
[For the SPETACToR.]
SAD HEART ECHOES.

Long. weary hours pass by,
..And my life has grown Lreary and my hesri
aches on;
I miss thee, for thy bright smiles 1 sigh,
But see them lot, for thou art gone.
Everything is grey, even the sun seems white;
The.winds sigh, and nothing seems glad.
The days are SO long. they won't be bright;
They miss you SO dear. we are lonely and sad.
long so sadly for the bright hours of the past
For the happy days that were. and for thee.
For the joys that fl I'D SO swiftly and fast.
And my heart breaks when know it cannot
be.
1 want thee, and they say you are dead,
They say you will never come back again,
Then know all my happiness has fled,
And my heart aches SO, I cannot still the
pain.
wonder where are the joys once cherished,
And why my voice isn't light and gay,
And know, feel, they have suddenly per-
ished,
They with thee. have passed away,
I sit and think of the bright days of old,
And OF thee, dear. with thy voice SO sweet
and gay;
Of the times, when the hours seemed tinged
with gold,
And cannot think you have passed away.
Sadly sit in the twilight,
And think of the VOWS you gave,
As I listened to thy soft, sweet voice,
Which now Is still in thy silent grave.
So sadly the time comes back to me now,
The bright, lovely evening when first we
met.
1 seem to hear thy voice, and see thy dear
face.
Which cow in silence unbroken is set.
You never knew how well leved you, dear,
No one but the dear. loving Father knows
loved you, as loved no one else here,
But thou art gone. as every other fair flower
goes.
1t is SO sad. and yet 80 true.
That the fairest flowers the soonest die.
We love them SO we'll, God loves them. too,
He takes them. and our hearts break and
sigh.
The world turns 60 drear when He calls them
away.
Even words of f;sympathy sometimes seem
cold,
I miss you so dear. you who could not stay,
i.miss your dear face, and the sweet words OF
old.
The long days pass on, and find no rest,
For past days long all the while,
And while know God does all for the best,
want thee, once more want to see thee
smile.
think CT the stream and the bridge
That we have crossed SO often together,
And fain would call them back again.
Those days, gone forever.
Softly 1t comes back, as in a dream.
The cleaning stars In the purple dome,
The silver murm ur of the ripping stream
That we listen ed to in the days now gone.
In tn bright summer evening
We wandered over the bridge and down the
meadow.
All was bright, even the daisies smiled
1t was sunsh Inc then, now the shadow.
I never see white daisy. love.
But think of some joy that has fled.
OF the summer da US. and thee, love.
And the daises that now are dead
could not cross the bridge again,
For now I would be alone,
And my heart would break with pain.
When 1 thought of the summer days gone
will not forget thee. DEAR
Even though long years pass by
Before 1, too. am called to go.
And We shall meet again en- high
There will be no sorrow there, dear one,
Though here, our hearts break with pain,
In all things Gods will must be done"
In earth, as in heaven the same.
Angels have borne ia ee across the shore,
Heavens joys now crown thee.
Our happy summer dream is o'er.
Farewell, sweet love, it could not be.