The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-02-25

Ny caoeks 1s rose IN the snow.
I, under an oak tree swiaglng,
Cto,e 20 my feet brook.
But the swing kept constant Hingin-
And l dreamily closed the boo1.
looked out into the distance,
Ger the grassy meadow came
To me youth without resistance
For knor his noble
Torspest the words there spoken
Il - repeat an old song,
For IL t,it heart there broken
Another on my list 80 long
lie across the OCEAN sailed.
But the winds aud storms they bow,
And the ship, though trusted, failed,
Leaving In the deep the crew.
There are news that the light-hesrtsd
When they onoe forced to know,
Bid tears from their eyes, unstarted
Minglns with the present woe.
From ray face fed all the brightness
When the dreadful news came DER,
And my heart eereft of lightness,
Sunk nerer to be lifted again.
We somet!mas love without knowing,
Bat nov TO me IT'S quite plain
That MY heart wa cyorhoying
with love. bat love nov in vain.
Nov I'm sitting. sitting, sitting.
VerIurs Of the years hast fed;
Here lsit 40 lonely, knitting,
No Que knows the tears shed.
sily'ry brooks have turned 10 bilious,
like the angry Dreams vave;
Ever sorrow he my pilloVs
Till rest within the grave.
o, stop dark ocean. stop thy roaring
FOR ia mine ear. sound thy dreams
or ship just SET at mOoriug
In the dark aud silent stream.
O. nv hoal7 beside ibe river
Is weary lonesome spot;
In the twilight now shiver,
DTeaioing Of my lonely lot.
River. cs1so thy sad. .ad murmurins.
Bu. the river answers, why"
It's II me the ssdiest warning
OF the day when shall die.
This remember, lovely coqactte
Before harvest vers Arc spent,
Good deeds often do forget.
Bad ones live for cur torment
o. the river still 1, roaring.
Hand TO my bonnet Ger;
There is something still emPiorins
Ne to walk upon the shor.
Lone start 70 tread the beaches
Where VIC eat in times of yore,
But the water farther reaches,
1 shall tread the sand
River nos flow on forever,
Never never cease thy roll
Till this soul shall never
From the one In Gods own fold.
LITTLE BRowS-EY I'd JKSSIE"
Bruceton Mills, W. Va, Feb. Il, 1891.
In Sugar Maxim Tins.
In the state Of Indiana. where the mighty Wabash
flows,
And behind il like the lllows Of ths sea the willow
grove,
Where sdcwn the mighty river IN the shlmmerin'
summer sun,
whsr. she long sand-bsnks lie shipin' and the sun.
beams, everyone,
Cioes dancin' and +. prsncin' over all the river,
breast,
And the clay hills 10 the westward shows each cloud
enoirlei crest
There ust lounge In glory in my early manhoods
prime,
There FIRST saw Mary Ellen
Sugar nisfin'
Tine.
o. her hair WI. like the tos,els she stocks Of
waving corn,
And hec voies was HE the vsrblins Of the orioe a,
morn;
Her ores we're bii. Of azure, stolen from the sum-
mer's sky,
And her cheeks red roses, aud not made with
paint aud dye
o, g rare and radiant picture. just like lovely
dream,
A, she licked the ,ugsr-lsdle In sshen wreath OF
steam;
The rapture was ladder 20 the paradise 10 climb,
When abe blu.hed in red IS ] kissed her
Sugar maxim
Time.
You can arch mi. blessed Union from the mounts
ain to the plain,
And casi your retrospss tlon all this wide do
main.
But FROM Msins TO Csliforny. aud back again 70
Maine,
But the likes of May Ellen will never be seen
again.
But you see that old gray woman set;in' on the
portico,
Busted With her yarn and sewin and sroekin to and
fro,
Well, that there same old woman 1. the subject oil
my rhyme.
She's the Mary that courted
sugsrmatip'
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