The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1899-08-19

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 eN'
press To you every grove is 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 inetiable beauty.
In this bright realm there is only room
for two-two sweethearts hand in hand
| and heart TO heart, two souls with but a
| single thought. No intruderS are vel
come there; solitude and silence are to
you like apples of gold in pictures sill
YER" Every smile is a 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 a different kind of
sickness from any you ever experienced;
you are sick, but it is a sort of sweet
pain about your heart, and 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 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 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 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
collar cover a multitude of
sins. To him she a bundle of sweet
ness; to her he is begun of honey To
him earth is a clover blossom; to her
,he stars are a bunch of dases. To
both all nature is heaven, and all of life
S tomorrow
Dream on, o sweet sweethearts ,
Dream in the leafy bowers of youth;
lream in the moonlight of romance;
iream in the sunshine of sentiment in
he fruited and lowered gardens of ex-
lberant young life. Dream while vet
'ou dwell among the opium-scented
'oppies of love in the careless, happy
calm of sweethearts. Dream on, nor $
eek to wake too soon; for the flowers '
will shed their bloom at your feet, the c
caves will wither and fall around YOU, l
nd the spring and summer of loves {
Dung dream will soon pass away. The '
ieal will melt into the real; the daisies 4
nd clover blossoms will soon be hav, C
nd the silked and taSseled corn will l
DON turn to fodder and ''roas'n' ears" Y
Where now the happy twain are wont v
, stroll, down among the daffodls and v
ansies, he will soon be strollinp be- S
ween plowhandles, in the new-made S
arrow, breathing the sweet aroma of G
ne new-plowed ground, and dreaming e
corn dodgers in the fall. She will W
esert her balcony to bend over the
on the back porch and while
he washes his studless and collarless II
men, she will sadly sing: W
What peaceful hours l once enioyed- S,
How sweet their memory still fc
he shadows will soon be reversed, and p
i of life viii be yesterday, except the n
ouse rent, and grocery bills, and taxes, Sc
hich will be due tomorrow. Today 81
: has red hair and white teeth; tomor- ht
wv he will have white hair and no bC
eth. Today she has blue ewes and bl
ID lips; tomorrow she will have blue In
os and red eyes. tn
Dream on, o sweet sweetheartsl fe
our dreams are now perfumed with OF
y and tinted with hope; but you will tn
AXE to the realities of beefsteak and ar
lions and the struggle for hash. in
'eam on, and rejoice in the companion. of
Up OF the linnets and orioles; you will ut
on prefer the society of your pigs and
ickens, and the bleating of YOUR
eep and billy goats. he
Many things which now seem sweet he
II soon turn sour You will go out of vi.
E ideal into the real. But no matter H,
the flowers fade and beauty van ma
les; no matter if the phantoms of m;
nth take wings, and all its fleetino to
sasures evaporate; no matter if cares tn
d troubles come; no matter if your ~
ads turn gray, and the crows feet XIII
ther at the corners of your eyes, and e
ur brows become wrinkled, and vour alb
eeks colorless and your BODIES bent: no
your love is true love now. you will we
II be sweethearts as tender and true mi
the evening of life as you were in its
ssful morning, and you win walk arm