Delaware gazette and American watchman. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1837, 1831-08-12

Ar For the Gazcte and Watclnlan.
TO ELLEN. j af-4 fae
In MEMORY OF OTHER WEARS.
oh when the Summers sun hath come,
And fields are deck'd in flowers;
And lauShing love, when day isdcnes ,,t VIA.
Departs to beauty's bowers: - N, d. r
And when the Moon moves high in Heaven,
And gladness to the earth is giyenj PIX
And when the beetle softly sings,
And many howret swectly fings g t.aI
Its colours on the evening air, H ci. ls15
Soothing and softening every care 3 .....fa.
o then It is / think of thee, ,.4 5.f.
With mingled mirth and misery's
IT'S then think Of all the hours
We pass'd in Summers shady bowers
OF every wish, and every word F7g g ifh
And every hope that then Iheard .5gr'
Fall from thy lovely lips, and Oh, 55
OF vows that wake my soul to woe gts
Yes, at that hour to evening given,
When Luna leads her shining train;
When stars are singing hymns in Heaven
To Angels listening to their strain
o then steal unto that spot, s1 ~
BY thee andby the world forgot
Where oft we met, and there to muse
On moments past, and to peIuse
The lineaments of feelings felt,
Upon that spot when first 1 kneit,
To weep and worship at 0iiy feet !;
Moments alasi too madly sweet
Tolast, and who without sigh,
Can muse upon the hours gone by
On all the joys that youth hath known,
Nor weep to wake and find them flown;
To wake and find the heart untrue.
That DER the spot rainbow threws
Beneath that aged oak where we
Have sat in other years.
I sic again to think of thee,
And mediate in tears.
To think alas! what l am now
And was ere manhood mark'd my brows
When on that same encircled spot
Which meier by me can be forgot,
sat and watch'd in moonlight glce,
Thy slender form once more to sec,
Stealing along to meet once more,
The lad who loved the ground that bore
Thy beaufeous being, and the air
That tasaaed thy cheeks red roses there's
O blissful hours and blissful hearts,
That knew no guile, that knew no arts;
When hope was new, and love was young,
And truth dweit on each trembling tongue
Would that such hours were still my doom,
To pave my pathway TO the tomb.
And Ellen, meath that shady tree
We've met, since manhood nark'd my brow
We've met In sadness and in gtee;
Would could meet thee now
Beneath that tree where HOW stray;
It's now the hour Of parting day,
Each object hath thy charms each flower
Speaks Of the joys Of many an hour,
But thou that gav'st them all their charms,
Art absent--in anothers arms
Canst thou be happy canst forget
The VOWS breath'd here when last me met
o dost thou never think of years,
Our youthful bliss, nor blush in tears
Say, do no dreams Of sorrow spring.
Spirits Of MURDERED love to wiring
Thy heart which once fondly dreampt
Held Heaven from every art exempt;
And yet fain would gaze on thee,
Again beneath this aged treeS
And fain would think those hours renew'd,
Those hours SO much with bliss imbued
Fain would believe as believed,
Again alas to be deceived.
And 0 thou angel fair, would
Believe in loves delusions now;
Fan would cheat thevery sigh,
The lines upon my thoughtful brow.
But nay, this lone and lovely spot
Which may not, cannot, be forgot,
Calls forth from memory's weary waste
The vows that love had yanly traced;
And tells of blasted hope, Of woe
That withers up the heart, that oh,
Too fondly thought one woman worth
All else that breaths Of bliss on earthS
Ay thought her all that could be given
BY hope, by happiness or Heaven;
And yet was doomd to wake and md
Itself undone by womankind
To see the bubble burst, tho bright,
With all the things of love and light
And yet may not, cannot Glide
The heart that hath undone,
cannot summon now that pride
Which first thy fraties woni
cannot kill thee with a kiss,
Nor dream Of thee without a bliss
cannot call thee false, and yet
know thou didst thy vow forget
cannot wish thee ought than all
The joys that may to mortalB fall
cannot even think Of thee
Without a thrill of ecstacy:
And vert thou now upon this spot,
Thy errors all would be forgot,
And tears would start, and transport be
Mingled with much of misery.