The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1899-08-18
ROBINS RoosT,"

might always be as sweet to you as IL is
today, and that the world might ever
be as bright and beautiful. For you
the flowers are in full bloom, and the
air is burdsned with songs for your de-
light. Laughter is on your lips, and
love gladdens your hearts and fills them
with emotions which no tongue can ex-
press To you every grove is a para
disc on earth, and every grapevine
swing is a sylvan chariot. To you the
humming birds and butterflies are the
cheru BIN and seraphim of the meadows.
All the springs that bubble among the
purple hills, and all the brooks that
leap over the rocks and eddy among the
shadows, sing to you of love. All
things material become spiritual, and
you live in the bright world of fancy
where rivers of dreams flow through
phantom landscapes of ineffa BILE beauty.
In this bright realm there is only room
for two-two sweethearts hand in hand
and heart to heart, two souls with but
single thought. No intruders are well
come there; solitude and silence are to
you like apples of gold in pictures of sill
ver." Every smile is a seventh heaven,
every loving look glimpse of immor-
tally, and every moment an eternity of
happiness.
wish 1 could tell how you feel. L
know, but cannot express it. You rise
from your slumbers in the morning and
feel sick, but it is a different kind of
sickness from any you ever experienced;
you are sick, but it is sort of sweet
pain about your heart, and a sweet,
sicl<ening, honeylike aching of your
brain. 1t is an indefinable wish which
makes you nervous and absent-minded.
Your soul is constantly stopping over
with poetic thoughts which you cannot
imprison within the narrow confines of
human language; your heart is pop
lar blossom of emotions, and your head
is beehive of sweet thoughts; your APP
petite has deserted you, and you are
pale around the gills;" your spirit
feels a lasso around its neck, which
draws you out through the gate and
down under the trees to the spot where
you have met each other a thousand
times. Now you are happy; not a wave
of trouble rolls across your peaceful
breast; and ''that's what's the matter
with Hannah" and that's what's the
matter with Hiram. 1t is delightful
spell of hallucination. He is the Hal"
and she is the Lucy" and when Hal
meets Lucy" what else could there be
but hallucination? To his eyes her
ribbons are strealIs of light, and to his
ears the swish" of her skirt is like
unto the rustling of angels wings. To
her the fuzz on his upper lip is poem,
and his bestudded shirt front and high
standing collar cover a multitude of
sins. To him she n bundle of sweet
ness; to her he is beegum of honey. To
him earth is a clover blossom; to her
the stars are a bunch of daises. To
both all nature is heaven, and all of life |
is tomorrow.
Dream on, o sweet sweethearts !
Dream in the leafy bowers of youth;
dream in the moonlight of romance;
dream in the sunshine of sentiment in !
the fruited and lowered gardens of ex-
uberant young life. Dream while yet |
you dwell among the opium-scented |
peoples of love in the careless, happy |
realm of sweetheartS. Dream on, nor |
seek to wake too soon; for the flowers |
will shed their bloom at your feet, the !
leaves will wither and fall around you,
and the spring and summer of loves
young dream will soon pass away. The |
ideal will melt into the real: the daisies |
and clover blossoms will soon be hay, |
and the silked and tasseled corn will |
soon turn to fodder and ''roas'u' ears"
Where now the happy twain are wont !
to stroll, down among the daffodils and |
pansies, he will soon be strolling be- |
tween plowhandles, in the new-made |
furrow, breathing the sweet aroma of |
the new-plowed grounc, and dreaming |
of corn dodgers in the fall. She will |
desert her balcony to bend over the |
washtub on the back porch, and while
she washes his studless and collarlesS
linen, she will sadly sing:
What peaceful hours l once enjoy ed
How sweet their memory still
The shadows will soon be reversed, and /
all of life will be yesterday, except the
house rent, and grocery bills, and taxes,
which will be due tomorrow. Today
he has red hair and white teeth; tomor-
row he will have white hair and no
teeth. Today she has blue eyes and
red lips; tomorrow she will have blue
lips and red eyes.
Dream on, o sweet sweethearts!
Your dreams are now perfumed with
ioy and tinted with hope; but you will
wake to the realities of beefsteak and
onions and the struggle for hash.
Dream on, and rejoice in the companion
ship of the linnets and orioles; you will
soon prefer the society of your pigs and
chickens, and the bleating of your
sheep and billy goats.
Many things which now seem sweet
will soon turn sour. You will go out of
the ideal into the real. But no matter
if the flowers fade and beauty van
ishes; no matter if the phantoms of
youth take wings. and all its f1eeting |
pleasures evapOrate; no matter if cages
and troubles come; no matter if your
heads turn gray, and the crows feet
gather at the corners of your eyes, and
your brows become wrinkled, and your
cheeks colorless and your bodies bent:
if your love is true love now. you will
still be sweethearts as tender and true
n the evening of life as you were in its
0lissful morning, and you viii walk arm
in arm among the gathering shadows
and weave all the sweet memories of
youth into the happy twilight song of
tottering old age. When love like this
dwells in the heart, how sweet and
beautiful are the lives of the sweet
hearts, and what glorious exemplifi-