Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1828-04-17
From the Evening Bulletin.]
WHEN THE SUMNER DAYS LIGHT.


Pleasure and pain are two names for one feeling.
Which one internal, restless agony
Would vary in the sound, although the sense
Escapes our highest efforts to be happy" byron
When the summer DAYS light is fast fading away,
'rs sweet by the woodlands and mountains tn stray,
While twilight's broad banner OF purple and gold
Der all the dark hills of the west is unrolied lbee,
when the flowers have ta'en their last kiss from the
And the far sound OF music comes over the sea-
Or, when DER old ruins ewes mantle is spread,
Through their echoing aises with soft football TO
tread;
md on moss-covereG MARBLE and Wondering stone,
To trace the dim records of years that are gomez
o! these bring emotions most sacred and dear,
Yet toofull of sadness for JOY to be there.
lis sweet when the cleaning steals the vale,
On some mossv bank the rich breath to inhsle
OF clustering viOlets-to watch the young moon
Like fairy bark float through the clear skies of June;
70 muse on those dear ones whom death has removed,
While the pale stars shine on US like eyes we have
loved.
Then TO list to the wild warblel notes of abird,
Far up in the feathery foliage heard lsedSe,
Or to soft winds that sigh through the whispering
Where tall lilies stand round the dark fountains edge
find look, as they wave in the breezes OF night,
Like fairies that dance by the moons tmid light
Yet cen az these moments tears spring 70 our eyes,
Like dews that fall heaviest from pure coudless skies;
And the heart thrilled with rapture, still feels with a,
sigh
How fast life's enjoyments are hurry ing by
Oh! cherries and sad is the bosom that clings
Too fondly to earths frail and beautiful things.
Sweet, lapt in vague dreamings to call up the past,
All spanged with hues from loves shining wings cast;
When young hopes fresh the bres yes OF morn
Went from flower to flower, in ecsacy borne;-
When we quaffed the bright Wsters from joys brim-
ming urn,
Nor deemed that the drauS would to bitterness turn
Yet whence is that langour that steals Ger the SOUL
While the dim pictured tablets of mem'ry unroll
Their soft shadowings before u.s. o. hath part
In each sweet emotion that kndies the heart.
And we feel in the calm of LIES tr'nquillest day.
That the roses cherish touched by decay!
When the rich mellow gush of wandering song
Breathes over the full heart in passing along,
And the tire muIous harp.strinSs of feeling reply
To the wild.nOtes that float with their images by
We deem the thrill PLEasURE; and vet an! too deep
Is the spirits strange joy; for we weeP-we weep!
why is it that all the best pleasures Of earth,
The purest, and sweetest, tp sadness give BIRTH
And why that stern sense of mortality, blending
With all our endearmentsl its warnings ascending
From the bosom's most hidden recesses, cen while
Our young features put forth their suaniest smile.
Though deeply the vapours Of mystery, over
The pages Of mans hidden destiny hover;
Yet IN those deep longings earth cannot fulfil,
There are lessons of patience and confidence still,
For they point to heaven where JOY never filings
One shadow of gloom from his giit,ering wings.
HELEN.