The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1899-09-09
"RoBIN's RoosT,"
JOHNSON CITY, TENN, June "a, 1895

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JOHNSON CITY, TENN, June "a, 1899.
To the Sweethearts:
DEAR SwEETHEARTs: Iwish that life
might always be as sweet to you as it 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 burdened with songs for your de-
light. Laughter is on your lips, and
love gladdens your hearts and fills them
with emotions which no tonguefcan ex-
press. To you every grove is para
disc on earth, and every grapevine
swing is sylvan chariot To you the
humming birds and butterflies are the
cherubim 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 ineffable beauty.
In this bright realm there is only room
and heart to heart, two souls with but a
single thought. No intruders are well
come there; solitude and silence are to
you "lilke apples Of gold in pictures ofsil-
ver." Every smile is seventh heaven,
every loving look glimpse of immor-
tality, and every moment an eternity of
happiness.
wish l 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 different kind of
sickness from any you ever experienced;
you are sick, but it is a sort of sweet
pain about your heart, and a sweet,
sickening, 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 a beehive of sweet thoughts; your APP
petite has deserted you, and you are
pale around the gills;" your spirit
feels lasso around it's neck which
draws you out through the gate and
down under the trees to the spot where
you have met each other thousand
times. Now you are happy; not 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 Hall
and she is the Lucy" and when Hal
meets Lucy" what else could there be
but hallucination? To his eyes her
ribbons are streaks 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 bundle of sweet
ness; to her he is begun of honey. To
him earth is a clover blossom; to her
the stars are q 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'n' ears.
Where now the happy twain are won,
to stroll, down among the daffodils and
paDsies, he will soon be strolling be-
tween plowhandles, in the new-madt
furrow, breathing the sweet aroma o.
the new-plowed ground, and dreaming
of corn dodgers in the fall. She will
desert her balcony to bend over tn,
washtub on the back porch, and Will,
she washes his studless and collarles
linen, she will sadly sing:
What peaceful hours once enjoyed
How sweet their memory still
The shadows will soon be reversed, an,
all of life will be yesterday, except tn
house rent, and grocery bills, and taxes
which will be due tomorrow. Toda,
he has red hair and white teeth; tomor
row he will have white hair and n
teeth. Today she has blue eyes an
red lips; tomorrow she will have blu
lips and red eyes.
Dream on, o sweet sweethearts
Your dreams are now perfumed wit
JOY and tinted with hope; but you wi
wake to the realities of beefsteak an
onions and the struggle for hasf
Dream on, and rejoice in the companion
ship of the linnets and orioles; you wi
soon prefer the society of your pigs an
chickens, and the bleating of you
sheep and billy goats.
Many things which now seem swes
will soon turn sour. You will 70 out {
ti,e IDEAL into the real, But no matte