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a r* 3 , uibui aq+ |0 ^ .o u oxe no' m The l^Rmonid -T\>w-, . pHt%Mf - ,6. *? |„ **/ . U n ?• — 1 U -.C?0.se. b’-^'my ii|*C my; darlir.g, o very close tonight: j me clasp your tremulous lingers mine, as U j.r dlous quite, your silvery bead on my bosom, you dui r»vhca ’twas shining gold; tnehow I know no difference, .lit ugh they say we are very old. A For To The S tar: Plsase publish In y ou j columns the poem, " f t e r . I ^ t tg ttw . _ ' seventy-five years to-night, wife, SiEce.wa jLnelt at the altar low, 'w&Emm f And the fair young minister of God (He died long years ago) Pronounced us one, that Christmas eve—- How short they’ve seemed to me, The years—and yet I’m ninety-seven. And you are ninety-three. 4410 W ornall Road, Her IiUHt Mas. H o l l i s E. R o u s e . Kansas City, Mo. Letter. m m m That night I placed on your finger A band of purest gold; And tonight I see it shining On the withered hand I hold. How it lightens up the memories That o’er my vision come! First of all is the merry children That once made glad our home. There was Benny, our darling Benny, Our first born pledge of bliss, As beautiful a boy as ever Felt a mother’s loving kiss. ’Twas hard—as we watched him fading Like a flowerlet day by day— To feel that He who had lent him Was calling him away. Sitting alone by thb J ***u W ,t W atching the m oon1, ! su eet, Bending my head to listen To the well known sound o f your feet,* J }uive been wondering. daiiing, How 1 rein b e«r Aie pain, | Tien T with sighs and tear wet eyes, | WhAe tnt vt wait for your coming in vain. For I know that a day approaches When your heart will tire of m e ; •When by door and gate I may watch wait ? * For a form I shall not see, When the love that is now mV heaven, The kisses that make my life, You will bestow on another, And that other will be your wife. Pmi and ? I ‘ My heart it grew very bitter As I bowed beneath the stroke; And yours, though you said so little, - I knew was almost broke. We made him a grave ’neath the daisies (There are five now, instead of one) And we’ve le.arned, when out Father chastens To say, “ Thy will be done.” You will grow weary o f sinning (Though you do not call It s o ), You will long for a love that is purer Than the love that we two know. God knows I have loved you dearly, W ith a passion strong as tru e; But you will grow tired and leave me, Though I gave up all for you. HKIi Then came Lillie and Allie—twin cherubs, Just spared from the courts of heaven— To comfort our hearts for a moment; God took as coon as he’d given. Then Katie, our gentle Katie I We thought her very fair, With her blue eyes soft and tender, And her curls of auburn hair. im m m Like a queen she looked at her bridal (I thought it were you instead): But her ashen lips kissed her first born, And mother and child were dead. We said that of all our number We had two, our pride and stay— Two noble boys, Fred and Harry— But God thought the other way. I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your fa c e ; I knew I never could reach you *i in your high, exalted place. But I looked and loved and worshipped As a flow er might worship a star, And your eyes shone down upon me, And you seemed so far— so far. Ill And then? W ell, then, you loved me, Loved me with all your h ea rt; But we could not stand at the altar, W e were so far apart. If a star should wed with a flow er The star must drop from the sky, Or the flow er In trying to reach it W ould droop on its stalk and die. Far away on the plains of Shiloh, Fred sleeps in an unknown grave; With his ship and noble sailors Harry sank beneath the wave. So sit closer, darling, closer— Let me clasp your hand in mine: Alone we commenced life’s journey. Alone we are left behind. Your hair, once gold, to silver They say by age has grown; But I know it has caught its whiteness From the halo round his throne. They give us a diamond wedding This Christmas eve, dear wife; But I know your orange blossorfis Will be a crown of life. But you said that you loved me, darling, And swore by the heavens above ..mat —??? "i'll i TiHTT wn~irr~hls angeis W ould sanction and, bless our love, And I? I w as weak, not wicked, My love was as pure as true, And sin itself seemed a virtue If only shared by you. W e have been happy together, I Though under the cloud o f sin, But I know that the day approaches When my chastening must begin. You have been faithful and tender, But you will not always be, 'And I think I had better leave you W hile your thoughts are kind o f me I know my beauty is fading— Sin furrows the fairest brow — And I know that your heart will weary O f the face you smile on now. You will take a bride to your bosom A fter you turn from m e! You will sit with your w ife in the moon­light, And hold her babe on your knee. W m m ’Tis dark; the lamps should be lighted; And your hand has grown so cold. Has the fire gone out? How I shiver! But, then, we are very old. Hush! I hear sweet strains of music: Perhaps the guests have come. No-—’tis the children’s voices— I know them, every one. Oh, God, I never could bear i t ; It would madden my brain, I know * And so while you love me dearly I think I had better go. It is sweeter to feel, my darling— To know as I fall asleep— That someone will mourn me and miss me That someone is left to weep. mmm On that Christmas eve they found them, Their hands ''together clasped; But they never knew their children Had been their wedding guests. } With her head upon his bosom, That had never ceased its love, They held their diamond wedding In the mansion house above. Than to die as I should in the future To drop in the street some day, Unknown, unwept and forgotten A fter you cast me away. 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