The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1891-06-25
MY nLlND WIFE.

MY BLIND WIFE.
IAN extract from S SSsSHS{," novel, by lit
For the Int1lligneer.
| Against my check, WIFE gently lean your face,
Aud WIN tell you how. in tho fnr West.
The twilight fades, npd tintS Of golden trace
Die softly where the cleaning sinks 10 rest
Lem your warm check conhdlngly on mine,
And heart to heart IN sympathy shall beat,
While rapturOus love shall round our spirit
And make Ike HES darkest days sprlnstlme sweet
Along the mcadowsln the shadows, flowers
And Garth with more than earthly bliss Is ours
As fair as IN the days Of long ago.
Lean nearer, gentle wife, and Twill tell
Whate'er Of beauty blooms IN field or dell.
! Forget that yOu are blind!
Forget the night
When the fierce lightning plotted out the hghl
OF all liic's future days
And turned 10 you, standing at my side
In that far distant land,
And clnSped your hand in mine,
And sadly yop replied y
And answered, an b'iRd!
There WIS no trace
OF pain or terror in your beQuteous face;
And thy dear eyes that had from heaven theil
blue
Showed not that sight was gone
And light wuS blOtted out forever; ..t.l
But for thee NIL was dark. Then sharply through
When looked in tik face, my dear Elaine,
Aty dear, my beautiful blind vile,
And knew that flowers for thee would never
And ali II lies paths would eyermore be dark.
Lean closer thy warm check on mine, dear wiie
love thee better, now that thou art Blind.
III speak more gently TO thee and more kind,
And love will send sunshine to thy life.
Tho lightning did not mar thy beauteous eyes
That fearful night
They SIN reflect the blue of summer skies,
OF lowers ana stinshine of tho field and shore:
And thou art tLdrcFS dcarcr To mo now,
Nearer my heart and Gll It would ado:e, q
Dearer and iairer thNll In years Of yore, r-a
And mthy brow, thy iair ms brow
Ismooth thy COLDER tresSes,
Fairer than goddess ever wOLe,
And love thee rs loved thee nCeF before!
Tho restless mir
Comes gently from the seas OF setting sun,
And from the Islands wonderful and rnro
Meath the horizon where the pillows run %
In gathering darkness, passing one net BY one
We sit aud hear the waves
'Moug distant cliffs and caveN
Come with rush and die with lingering roar.
The stars shine softly, for the day is done.
How calm tho moonlight inttS upon thy hnfri
The brccZes wave II DER thy temples fair
Osummer winds, blow softly from the strand
OF islands In the main,
And come from many drenm-lIkc distant
land
And breathe blessing on my blind Elainel
Come softly, softly from the shndow-wcs.
Through the still hours OF cvchtide,
And touch the harp OF silence and OF rest
That love alone can hear when pure and sane.
tiled! A
How peaceful is the hour. the thought, The
All dtsappointments lnvo been hushcd away,
And life Is blessed now, blessed for ayo,
Save that the beauty OF the summer day,
And flowers that bloom on hill and shorsapd lea,
And ali the wonderful, and tair, and bFSAt9ai
Are darkness, darkness darkness unto thee,6
Dear wife, they all are darkness unto thees
There is no sadness, not shade OF gloom
Or care within my soul tonight
Save that calm pity which feel for thee,
Because for thee tho flowers shall never bloom
Nor green trees w0Ee again,
And day shall dawn and bring TO thee no light.
But will press
Thy warm cheek closer unto mine. -,
And smooth thysilken hair with fond eattSS y
fEOul wy ullG bLuNf 'Fn'NS tFfl
And tell thee how much dcurer, dedrer n0~
Thou art than when my love was needed less.
Low comes the whisper OF the nightiall breeze
Among the blossoms OF the orange trees
And there Is rest
Through all the world, n peaceful hush OF rest
That has no after gloom, no shade OF care, Z,
And there is silent beauty everywhere. ~
LIES tide Is deep
With It's unwrittcn rapture, and tho sleep
OF all emotion, every passion, dream,
Shall know not waking. And the breaking
Cults OF sorrow have been smoother to rest
And there Is nothing but summer stream
To bear life In. Elaine,
Ny wife, our love and life
Are not In vain.
Forget that thou art blind, Elaine. ,,
And dream that Il was but paSslug dream
The lightnings fierce and vivid CLEAN, iefa
That made earth dark TO see no Light again.,
And thou shalt still be best
II love can bless thee--loyo more gentle, kind,
Than Is the murmur OF a summer stream -
That flows through howery meadows all tho day.
The shade and sadness oil shall pass away,
And light shall como which spirits only know
Now, 'gainst my check thy warm cheek gently
press,
And tell me, dear blind wife,
II love hath not brought sunshine to thy life,
calm, calm light to solacc thee and bless,
And happier than the happy long ngo2- -7sr.if.
Thank f~i, hear thee softly whisper yes
-Fresno Cal, VT