Mohave County miner., 1891-04-18
A POEM IN PROSE.
A bEAuTiruL ALLEooRy OF
Love. LIFE, AND JOY.
yoy Walks with love snd life 10 shs
Morning with Trouble and sos-
row Cimss sympathy
Greater Biessina.

her hair and the young, young face
i,oked out acrUss The water She was
waiting was waitingi but She
could not tell for what.
All day the waves ran up and up on
the sand. and ran back again and the
pink shells rolled. Life sat waitingi
all day, with the sunlight in her eyes,
she sat there till grown weary she
laid her head upon her knee and fell
asleep. waiting still.
Then keel grated on the sand, and
then step was on the sh0re-Life
awoke and heard it. A hand was laid
upon hdr sno great sbudder passed
through her. She looked up and saw
over her the strange, wide, eyes Of
Love; and Life now knew Tor whom
she had sat there waiting.
And Love drew Life up TO him.
And OF that meeting there was born
thing rare and beautiful--Joy, First
Joy was II called. The sunlight when
il falls upon the merry water, Is not so
glad; the rosebuds, when they turn
back their lips for the suns first Hiss,
are not so ruddy. Its tiny pulses beat
quick. II was so warm, 50 soft. II
never spoke, but IL laughed and played
| In the sunshine; and Love and Life re-
joiced exceedingly, Neither whispered
il to the other but deep In iss own
heart each said: 1T shall be ours for
ever"
Then there came time--was II after
weeks? was it after months? love and
Life do not measure time)--when the
thing was not as It had been.
Still il played; still il laughed; still
II stained its mouth with purple Der.
ries; but sometimes the little hands
hung weary, and the little eyes looked
out heavily across the water.
And Life and Love dared not look
into eaEh others eyes, dared not say,
What ails our darling5n Each heart
whispered TO itself 1T is nothing, it
Is nothing; tomorrow il will laugh out
clear" But tomorrow and tomorrow
came. They journeyed on, and tho
child played beside them, but heavily.
more heavily.
One day Life and Love lay down TO
| sleep, and when they awoke 1t was
gone; only. near them on the grass sat
little stranger. with wide-open eyes.
very soft and sad. Neither noticed It;
but they walked apart, weeping bitter
ly. ''Oh, our Joyi our lost J1yi shall
we sec you no more forever?'
The little soft and sad-eyed stranger
slipped q hand into one hand OF each,
and drew them closer. and Life and
Love walked on with IL between them.
And when Life looked down in anguish
she saw her tears reflected in its soft
eyes. And when Love, mad with pain.
cried out, II am weary, am weary! ]
can journey no further. The light is
all behind, the dark Is oil before" a
little rosy finger pointed where the
sunlight lay upon the hillsides. Al
ways its large eyes were sad and
thoughtful; always the little brave
mouth was smiling quietly.
When on the sharp stones Life cut
her feet, he wiped the blood upon his
garments and kissed the wounded feet
with his little lips. When in the
desert Love lay down faint (for love
itself grows faint, he ran over the
hot sand with his little naked feet
ard even there in the desert found
water In the holes in the rocks 70
moisten Loves lips with. He was no
burden, he never weighted them; he
only helped them forward on their
journey.
| When they came TO the dark ravine
where the icicles hang from the rocks
for Love and Life must pass through
strange drear places-thcre, where
all Is cold, and the snow lies thick, he
took their freezing hands and held
them against his beating little heart
and warmed thcm-and softly he drew
them on and on.
And when they came beyond, into
the land Of sunshine and flowers,
strangely the great eyes lit up, and
dimples broke out upon the face.
Brightly laughing, 1t ran over the soft
grass; gathered honey from the hollow
tree, and brought it to them on the
palm OF its hand; carried them water
In the leaves OF the lily, and gathered
flowers and wreathed round their
heads. softly laughing all the while.
He touched them as their Joy had
touched them, but his fingers clung
more tenderly.
So they wandered on through the
dark lands and the light, always with
that little brave smiling one between
them. Sometimes they remembered
that first radiant Joy, and whispered
TO themselves, ''Oh, could we but find
him alsor'
At last they came TO where Refec
tiOn sits; that strange old woman wht
has always one elbow on her knee anG
her chin in her hand. and who steal:
light out Of the past to shed it on Tho
future.
And Life and Love cried out, 20 wise
one! tell us; when first we met a lovely
radiant thing belonged to us-gladnes'
without a tear, sunshine without G
shade. Oh! how did VIC sin that VIC
lost il? Where shall we go that We
may find it?"
And she, the wise old woman. an
swered: TO have it back, will yot
give up that which walks beside yor
nowP'
| And in agony Love and Life cried
'No!"
| give up this!m said Life. ''Wher