The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1822-04-30
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Ma SHIRLEY,
BY giving publicity 70 the following Lines, you will
crafty one OF YOUR READERS.
@ when shall visit the land Of my birth,
The LoyELIEsr spot on the face OF the earth.
MONTGOMERY.
WHEN the pinions OF fancy are taking their fisht
10 the bovrae Of our ciidosd with awe and delight.
Saw what the bright pearl from the eye that rolls
down
TO sufuse the CAV visage. the features 10 drown
An why heaves the fond bosom the foreboding sigh.
As the scenes that pleased longer nighs
lis the instinct Of nature, that prompts TO feel
The endeanlents Of childhood to which we appeal.
70 thrice wreichcd the man, who in region affair."
Whether student soldier, whether merchant or tar
WHO attachment feels 10 his dear raGtire home
When embarked the world, her desert TO roam
Who nvokes not the breeze. his last 10 convey,
To the land Of his childhood, his own native clay.
% thrice welcome the message that fancy brings,
As she sits ncr throne, by side as she Sings
As she tells of the exploits that marked career
As she paints them SO lively seem to be there,
And if those sweet days had again been recalled.
When cares TO ms, terrors appalled,.
q how those fields, and those hills and those
trees,
That swept by the tempest, rocked by the
breeze
Which in childhood loved at our dear aotiUs cot
That far best OF retreats that most idolized spot
Though the classics may tell US Of Rome aai OF Greece
OF their cities their conquests their and THEN
teasty
OF their heroes their sages their gods and their power
OF Lucretia and Helen their boast and their flower
Though they tell of Arcadia where Pan loved to stray
Where the wood-nymphs and shepherds we've aecas-
Though they of their Temple with verdure oer
spread
Nor the frost the scorchngs of summer they dread
Though the Tyher there dusk with her classical waves.
As the borders Of Latiun with grandeur she laves
Shll-they tell OF nought that with this com
Tie fond home Of osr childhood, encountered with
care.
ye powers, and ye guardians, that watched DER my
birth,
Whether dwelling in Heaven as vet en- the earth
Let forget nor esteem without care,
That loved, that domestic retreat which is there
Thought he ocesus blue wave may roll wildly between
Aud though nousht but the heavens and the pillows
seen
Though in far distant India my fortrne should lead
With the Hindoo, his manners and customs TO read
Sull-my bosom shall heave for my country sigh,
And the thought Of my lone. shall oft moisten my
Where, ah where, 0 my muse, are the days that are
In that dear ratire hat where my portien oast
Say, oh where the companions that shared the fond
play,
And beguiled all the woes that encompassed the day
An secluded from some forever must be,
And no more their diversion permitted TO see;
But remembrance endears them the more as think,
From the of famed Lethe never shall drink
Ever love. o my muse, on this subject to dwell,
Ever think of the cottage the hill, aud the dell.
When untried was the world, with her power and her
smile,
Where lived without care in seclusion awhile.
BE enraptured my muse, when the task shall be thine,
To enwreath the green bav. and the laurel entwine.
In the praise of that home there claimed thy
own,
Ere the course Of thy footsteps had taught thee to
roam;
When the hill, and he dale, with the lawn and the
mead.
All conspre to enchant in captivity lead
Where the gay OF life enioved without care,
Nor known the sad tear, the sigh OF spair.
FORKS.