Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1829-09-04
From the Catholic Miscellany.
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From the Catholic Miscellany
GUERRA.
INDIAN soSu
pleasant life Of tire island was at an end the charm
ade hy days the suber during the sultry tide he
fountain or the strean under the spreading pa-trcs
me song, the dance, and tue game in file mellow evcnins
summoned td their simple auscmens Ivy the rude India
They were now obliged to groPe day by day. with BEN,
'y aud anxis alcus the borders of their rivers Sit
sands for the grains OF gold which every day grew mo-
Or to labor in the fields beneath the eryour of op;c
% raise fcod for their masters, to produce the ,r
rrnsed upon them. They sunk to sleep, wsary ard O.
cd at night with the certainty that the next ,ay was To
clifton Of h. sa"e Toll aud suffering Or they occasio
time were OF a melancholy and plaintye cl,aracirrI
s Life OF Columbus, VOL ii, p. 2791
In melting glory o'eI the parting wave,
1 Et'sn. as warrior Keeling to his grave,
Inc Snn-God sought his rosy couch, To rise
With freshened radiance to his vot'ries ewes
twas evening! DER the earth aud in the skv
The golden clouds hung uch fes,oons on hisn
The stream that gushed in lulliny music on
Singing its dirgc unto the dying sun;
The garden fiow'~s that grew in bcauty's bloom,
S'en,!s the breeze with Natures gay perfume.
And the far shadows Of the twilight hour
Lingering most softly DER each forest bower
Oh! tits the time, when fond girls love TO be
Gathered beneath their own banana tree.
When those sweet gifts of the green Indian land
Are Hung about by Natures willing iaud;-
The balrny skies, where birds of gaudy wing
sprsad their proud pinons to the smile. of spring,
Ent iesiy isies,-aR't all that poet loyes
And Guevra sat beside her lonely hearth
Where she had hoarished from, her hour of bIl;
Where the brave kindred Of her race had been
with their bright brOws gladden. the dear scene
Her dark eye roIcd, with fasting brillance bright
winch She had caught from hcf cline of light;
ana rays, she borrowed where the sun is born,
EIantied her lip with laugh of burning scorn
Ter hair, IN full and raven backncss straycd
i'0nsely, whcrc'er the wanton brccZes led
And DER her mouth smile of sadness sl,opc
Z o GID the dropping V reCk of beauty gone.
Beneath the Indian she long had been
10 grace the dance upon the merry green;
And the wild Indian drum, at evening hour,
Had often called her from her wreathad how err
And in the mellow shade, by her still home
Al the bland hour, when lovers wont to rcam
10 gaze upon the stars, and i'll the night
4 dwell upon their dreams of rant delight
How often would size list the playful gale
Anu barthen II with some romantic tale
And she would vile The live-long day ewar
tsesisning thought to faucy's hlissful sway,
Nor aught of care could the gay morrow br;nu,
TO darken dull her souls ina lining:
The woods were vocal with the notes of sons
That she would MARBLE from her lispins tongue,
Where the long boughs Of palm tree giittcrns,
Were stirred in beauty meath the quick birds wing
Summers havo been and past, and the blue main,
~ HIud and sun has spread its giant name,
And many white wins san has taen its fight
Ger the wide waters depth of gloomy night.
Where'er the pillows of the ocean sea-
There man hath made, in death and STORM a way,
Mhile the new wonders Of the southern wave
Have lnred many to q stranger grave.
But where is Guevra and her happy heaiho
Her voice OF song, and careless hours OF miri:
II is tina midnight music of the slave
That comes at eve across the trembling wave,
MOI the blhe tone of happiness and love
That erst had warbled from that gleamin. gGovc:
While the cold breathings of despair are heard
Whereer the native lip, i'll song, is stirred!
And standing by that shore of promise thus
heard a voice sins,-soft aud uenulous
s'My pleasant home, my pleasant home
Where wild flowers glow and hunters roam,
Where are you, are you gone!
My hearth of peace and bowers of iGv,
How have those lost hours wandered uv,
When you were pleasures throne,
sand where the white wave meets the shore
And breakers in their frenzy roar,
fam must take my way;
For the coor foun, aud sunny ki,l,
And music from the passing riil,-
Oh, where, Oh where are they
'sTte white mans foot has tcen they say,
Where our old homes stand by the bay,
cannot choose but sigh;
While we must weep our hearts TO DEATH
And marveiling at their little faith,
But lay US down-and die.
"Aly pleasant home! where wild flowers grow,
An! me, and must leave thee so,
In my sad night of heart?
And all the sportive hours I've known,
BY the rude turf, and ruder stone,
hlust they, too, thus depait?"