The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-05-11
The WINE CUP.
Montpelier, Ind, May 8.

Idly resting In tho shadows whom tho days last
beams had flown,
And tho stars from out the darkness flashed upon
them, one by one;
Some with words Of earnest meaning, some with
laughs and merry song,
As the birds covert seeking, came the merry,
happy throng.
Now the sumbrou' air swaEInS music lends her
witching strain
Words that thrill tho Utmost being blending with
tho sweet refrain,
flushed tho din Of merry voices the low, rich
echoes fall.
Flashing Oyo and whispered promise answering TO
the minstrels call.
For the workers In Iifo's harvest, willing hands,
hearts leal and true
In The strife for soul and honor. willing both TO dare
and do;
While tho sparkling wine cup spurning. like tho
NazArito OF old,
Nor the deadly poison holding TO the brothers lips
for gold.
But a iaushter-loVins maiden lightly shook her
sunny eurls,
Whispering, with tho vIne-Oup sparkle, what have
We 20 do, o grls2"
Holding up the silken emblem by the dainty nnger
tips,
While the words Of idle soornIng fell from OF her
rosy lips
In the deeper shadows resting, half forgO, her pres,
ence there.
With tho SHOWS OF seventy winters silverlng the
grandamo's hair.
Slowly from her seat uprising, some sybl famed
Of old,
while tho limos on check aud forehead all the strange
sad story told.
Faint tho words that broke the silence from the aged
lips and low
As tho soul just returning from tho scenes of
long ago,
Now my fee, doth near the margin OF tho dark and
tideess sea,
Aud hear the solemn murmur Of its waters wide
and free.
But mine ear hath caught echo Of the key note OF
my life,
or the days 30 full Of promise, each with wondrous
beauty rife.
and fears
OF tho love and beauty browning the swos. homo Of
ripper years.
TIL with stealthy tread tho tomptcr, Glad erst In
rob's Of light
Sought with smiling face our dwelling, turned its
sunshine into night.
An, the hours Of weary waltingl Oh, the dull
soul-scKeuing dread
As We catch the distant echo OF the faint, uncertain
tread.
my breast,
Tender words aud fond caresses. seeking vain to lu
10 rest
HarS his ear hath hoard the foOtstop and the baby
lbs uncoso.
Hold me closer, mamma darling, little Harry sick
you know"
Closer, Oh my darling, closer, till ieO the shud-
dering thrill
OF tho pain convused figure yainly striving 20 DO
still
As tie cruel words Of threatening chilled his child
i,h heart with FEARS,
And shranS into the darkness with grief too
deep for tears.
In the short unquiet sumbsrs that his fear locked
senses bound
From the lips so parchod and burning came tho
weary moaning sound,
Starting from his drunken stuPor, staggering, reel
ing to my side
Came the form 50 loved aud cherished in the hour Of
| mauhood's pride
Der my treasure closely bending, striving vain to
shiell from harm
) As heard the muttered curses, the fierce up
Down with crashing force, descending on tho tender
baby brow
Hand that but with whispered blessings should have
softly rested now.
One faint gasp the eyeiids CULVER and the loving
eyes uncose;
Soul to soul language speaking, that mother only
knows;
Misty shadows dim their brightness softly sinking
into rest
] And my whito-robed wonder slumbered dereamless
on my aching breast.
There vas silence deep unbroken as the last low
accents fell,
But the OF human passion, like the ocean bill
lows swell.
| Brave true hearts from slumber waking strong to
battle for the right
| And with Joy aud hope dispelling all the gloom Of
| errors night. Mrs. Z 4. SMITH.