Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1828-06-10
POETR X.
A SKETCH.
eyes in the flowers that wreath the sparkling bowl
Fell adders hiss, and poisonous reptiles roll"

II adQerS Mss, anu POISONOUS IePeii0S loH'
The moon is up-the sky is clear
As woman's eye, when fondly bent
On him she loves THE stars appear
Like ministering spirits sent
To guide the silver Queen of Night
Adown the blue, ethereal rings
The freely, wheeling with delight,
Sheds lustre from its fitful wing.
All nature s calm; cen birds are mute,
And gentle breezes bear along
Soft murmurs of the mellow flute,
Mingled with lovely woman's song!
The echo is upon the hills
Now silence bears it down the plain,
And now deeper note he fills,
And she breathes forth a sweeter strain.
IT'S beauty all good Heav'ns and yet
Alone stand upon this Fort,
While men forego-aye, can forget
Such scenes, and hold them little worth
The smoky bar-room, and the sweet
Cigar possess charm more dear!
Oh, they will punctually meet
In scenes like this throughout the year,
And quaff from Pleasures rosy bowl
Gaunt Designations deadly drink,
And rush, with an immortal soul,
Down sorrows path-to ruins brink
l fain would turn me from the scene
And sing Of natures beauties still,
But memory's phantoms intervene,
And sway an influence DER my will
They tell of one ,-when life was young,
And time with downy pinions flew
Who on this arm hath often hung,
For we from youth together grew;
And oft upon the mountain height
Together wing'd the hours away,
And wond'ring mus'd upon the light
Reflected by the God of Day,
When down the western vault he shed
His burnish'd beams-his parting flush,
And Ger the silver waters spread
A crimson glow-a holy blush,
Like that which steals across the cheek
OF young maiden!
He was one
Who lov'd in learning's page to seek
The word of truth and he had won
F" Golden opinions" and had how'd
To one of beauty's loveliest,
Whom from the light and giddy crowd
His heart had chosen, and was blest.
IT'S a long story. Well-they were
Delighted in their happy fate
Pure, free, and fearless as the air
Ofsummer, and affectionate
AS when from beds of eastern flowers
1t kisses off the morning dew,
And wanders over perfum'd bowers
Fen thus their winged moments flew.
Aye, they were happy. Oh, how oft
I've mark'd that pure-that earnest lock
OF deep affection, like the soft
Enamel of a crystal brook,
Ger which the moon-beams slightly move,
And light-wing'd zephyrs gently fly,
While the clear azure heavens above
Reflected in its bosom lie!--
Fen such was hers.
One prattling boy
IA lovely pledge of welded bliss)
The youthful mothers purest joy,
The fathers hope and happiness
Now form'd complete affections chain,
OF polish'd links, divinely wrought,
Pure as the heaven from whence it came,
Unsullied by an impious thought.
Fortune, and fame, and honour, all
The gifts of earth were his combin'd;
The young-the gay-the beautiful
In form, in feature, and in mind,
Would to bis happy mansion throng.
But all is chang lit was too much
lie could not thus be happy long:
The why, the wherefore, and the which,
In sooth ! cannot now unfold,
For am but a careless wight;
And yetthe story should be told
III tell it you-some other night.
HIGHLAND BARD.