Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1825-05-13
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From The NJ. Y. Erening Post.
THE GARDEN.
BY J. II. SUTERMIsTEU.

BY J. II. SUTERMIsTEU.
Hail, lovely SPOT, which the past endears,
Whch witnessed the sports of my early years.
l lett thee, when life novel thing,
When the hours career'd upon hopes swift wing
Few summers nave passed, yet visit thee now
With Il riven heart, and 4 faded brow!
STILL though changed am cannot survey
Thy beauty, which basks in the beam of day,
But the thoughts of remembered Joys come down,
Like the chaugcfil hueS OF the rainb"w's crown
Here joined in my gambols devoid of care,-
Here. my fairy laughter runS ON the air;
And the Joy of my parents dear, as they smiled
On the innocent sports OF their frulicksome child.
Oft, here dawn. when tho fresh gale blew
Ere the from the rose-crls had kissed the dew,
! have thrown down hat AT the peach-tree's root,
While climbed the trunk to share of its fruit;
And ny tones of gladness were echoed around
While the brilliant shower dropped on the ground,
Here, when the blue heav'n was bathed in light,
When the humniug birds wing the air was bright
oittime have thrown, as it lured my eyes,
Hanifulls of earth at the slittering prize.
Oittimes have chased that fairy thing,
The butterfly, with its glanciug wing;
Ana when most secure believed my prey,
Swift as sunbeam il darted away
While the good old gardener leand on his spade,
And my Idle pursuit with delight surveyed.
linen, when nighttall came, with its grateful shade,
AUD the dew had Just washed the flower beans braid
How oft have hid, mid the foliage fair,
which my summer arbour was wont to wear
W hiic my playmates piled their untirug feet,
10 discover my arttu and green retreat.
IS that arbomr left which was once so dear?
'i"' 'dies u coo'a breathe on the willing car
iaies of the heart, in lies golden tiue;
Tales of the heart in its Joyous prime;
aics of the heart, which warm with truth,
When b0yhood resigned his years youth
Nden hope Snatchcd the rainbow, his brows Irvine -
w hen Joy warmed his wings in the pure sunshine,
How that arhor IS sacred to hours gouc by:
i have sat in its shade, when tue winds sish
Was breathed on the leaves which We're at rest;
When the moonlight slept the fair rarth's breast
When the lilac hloomed i'll its purple pride,
When tho rose was arrayed like youthful bride
Nnen the woodhine clnng To the boughs of green;
w hen peace was impressed On this quiet scene!
lheh love came down FROM its gentle throne
CON- that those hours again ,nii,e ownN
Like vision of light IT passed along,
l"uched my heart with fire aud my lips with sonc;
Then my spirit went forth upon fancy's wings,
Aud hreathrd its lofty imaguugs;
And the hope was dear, which | cherished them
That my name should be i'm the mouths of mcu--
Ny bfnws should be wreathcd with the laurel Gown
And my friends rejoice in my lust renowu
How had resolved, while gazed on the skies
AT the altar of love to devote NV prize;
And claim (what else could such bliss imnartO
My guerdon, pure and devoted heart,
Alas, to my hopes of undying fame,
Alas, to loves holy aud ardent flame!
Alas, 10 this bosom which once was blessed
There sorrow hath now his seal impressed!
My faded raptures, which bloomcd i'm pride
Have been borne away upon times swirl tide;
And have stood on the waters brink,
And behcld each one IN the black waves sink
Yes It's idle to utter the voice OF wall,
shall soon go down into deaths dark vale;
And my spirit will smile in the fields of rest,
w hiie the death clod rattles this cold breast
Better die, ami receive the rewards of hcav'n
Than live through all ills, when the bosom is ry'n
Syracuse, March, 1925