Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1902-09-21
QUEEN OF MY. Soul

Our lives creep slowly on, Lucille
The grass is on the lawn again;
The trees are budding out, Lucille,
And frost is conquered by the spring.
We, looking back when we We're youns
And read the fearful might have been
Remember when our hearts were one
Before fate frownea SO dark between
Four Hundred months have passed
Lucille
Since heart to heart and soul to SOUL
You chung to me with love, Lucille,
That can be felt, but can't be told.
Your heart swelling with boundless love
Mine flowing on like the oceans tide;
We called on God in Heaven above
To witness that you would be my bride
We saw it in our eyes. Lucille,
And read it in our bosoms swell;
To you and me, my lost Lucille,
That our love meant heaven or he'll
I felt in you I could rely
And trust as in Heaven above,
Not thinking that a secret lie
Could alter your faith in my love.
I loved you then, my lost Lucille
With all the power Of my soul;
The very thought ST this, Lucille,
Would vice to virtue mould.
It seemed that our lives In that love
Commingled in a world unknown,
Save only in the land above,
The land Where angels nave their no1ne'
To lose thee then. my dear Lucille,
Was simply out Of heaven to co.:
What matter then to me, Lucille,
What happened in the land below?
For life to me was like bell,
Devoid Of beauty and Of sound,
One like a seaman on the swell
When all the rest but him are drowned.
Or like hero, dear Lucille,
CHANGING over his shattered band,
He feels his cause is just, Lucille,
And still stands sword in hand.
And while he knows hi, cause is lost,
And that his country stands appalled,,
He'd gladly meet charging host
And foremost leading fighting fall.
And yet this hero, dear Lucille.
May see his country wrecked and lost,
And live on in the land. Lucille,
And nobly bow beneath his cross.
Yet while the form may still live on.
The inner man Is surely dead:
For what is man when hope is gone
And nothing left to hope or dread?
Should both conspire, my dear Lucille,
'Gainst lover true and soldier brave,
lThatadouble cross, my dear Lucille.
Would make this earth living grave.
and any man upon whose Hte oa
Rests the weight of this double cross,
Must be a man with misery rife,
Fer what is left wheh these are lost?
How strange it seems to me. Lucille,
AS memory looks backward now,
The cause that made you break your
vow.
Had I but known the reason then
That robbed me Of my promised bride,
The powers of hell and all earth's men
Gould not have kept me from thy side
You still remember, dear Lucille,
The tale they spun and passed around,
10 try and make you think. Lucille,
Another sweetheart L had found
Oh! had you only came to me
And told me what those people said,
Two certain men well known to thee
Would now be numbered with the dead
But then you know full well. Lucille.
You simply firmly broke our tie.
And said no word to me, Lusile,
Of the cause or the reason why.
The blow came like a sudden shock,
Went booming through my heart and
brain,
Like vessels shock upon a rock
In the midst OF the oceans main.
The storm swept DER me then. Lucille,
Like ocean DER a sinking bark,
And when I tried to think, Lucille,
The entire world looked dark.
saw your form, but saw not you,
A heavy mist came DER my eye:
And though battle-scarred and soldier
true.
7 could only bow goodbye.
But now you know, too late, Lucille,
The shock that then was given.
And that your loss to me, Lucille,
Was the loss Of an earthly heaven.
For years I tried to learn to say
That the earth must still have charms;
But my heart would say, by night and
day.
What are they to her clinging arms?
At last feel You know. Lucille,
That the world to me is dead,
And live in the past with thee Lucille,
With naught in the future to dread.
Your voice hear in silent night,
And gain midst the city's roar;
Your face I see in any light,
For its stamped on my heart to the core.
I found out, but too late, Lucille
That your love is as true as my own;
And l think Of you now. Lucille.
As my wife in the spirit home.
home far away in the land above,
Where we krow by the rules of fate.
That the dead heart sends its spirit love
To roam with its love spirit-mate.
At night I always see. Lucille.
Our spirits standing side by side
And they look, as I gaze, Lucille.
Like a Ooy ana MS youthful bride.
u sometimes think If boundless love
35as commingled two hearts and soul,
Parted on earth, when Joined above,
Are they youthful-looking or old?
-Four hundred months have passed,
Lucile,
Since YOU allowed tails untrue.
To crush me in my youth, Lucille.
And then recoil and crush you. too.
OH where was then your wornan's heart?
And why did pride usurp it's throne?
Had you but spoken from your heart
Our lives no misery had known.
But then tbs past you know, Lucille,
Death round US both hath often strayed,
And soon our time must come, Lucille,
When in tina silent ground were laid.
Then all that's mortal then can rest,
But in that far off land above
PHI clasp thy spirit to my breast
And claim thee for eternal love.
If She reads It. she will know too well
who wrote 1t, though more than thirty
five years have passed: C. NJ.
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