Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-07-12

SELECTED POETRY
To the Editors Of the New York Mirror.
Gsntlsmen.-I shall be most happy it the lines
I send you meet your appreciation. and answer
your purpose.
Thsve chosen them because they were inspr-
ed By one of the most beautiful water.courses
that, think, can be found even 10 this world OF
lovely and glorious rivers; and suppose 1t may
be more agreeable to Americans to read the very
sincere, If not the very adequate homage wnich
q stranger pays their romantic scenery, than de-
scrptions which have no home interest to recon-
mend them.
If YOU could have seen me at the moment OF
inditins these lines, think you would have been
amused. had purposed riding out to the Wis
sihiccou. an Indian name for beautiful stream
near Philadelphia. signifying. | am told, the
" pleasant water" hadjust explored enough
Of its beauties on the previous day to be most
anxious to return; but circumstances occurred 10
prevent nv doing so, and the following lament
bears witness to the little philosophy with which
endured the disappointment The obstacles to
nv ride, however, were removed revisited Sc
veral times my tavorite haunt, and have only TO
hone that some portion of my delight and happl.
ness while there, and of my vidid impression OF
its loneliness, may have found Its way into my
verses. i.
| do not know what is the usual number OF
minutes allotted to an impvomptu, but this was
written in less than half an hour; and now tnat
it is going to put forth its defects in the world.
think this may appear, perhaps, to you some ex'
euse for them.
Once more, hope my lines may answer your
purpose, and wish they were better worth your
III
very sincerely. FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE.
LAMEsr.-B By Miss Fanny Kemble.
The waterfall is calling me,
With its merry gleesome flow;
And the green boughs are beck'ning mt
To where the wild flowers grow:
may not 60, may not 60, i.
To where the sunny waters How,
To where the wild wood flowers blow;
must stay here
In prison drear:
Oh! heavy life, wear on, wear on,
Would God that thou vert done!
The busy mil.wheel, round and round,
Goes turning, with its reckless sound;
And DER the dam the waters How
Into the foaming stream below,
And, deep and dark. away they glide
And all the way
They murmuring say,
"Oh. child! why art thou far away!
Come back into the sun, and stray
Upon our messy side"
NAV not go. may not 60.
TO where the gold, green waters run
All glittering IN the summers sun,
And loan from off the dam below
Into whirl Of boiling snow,
Laughing and shouting as they 60;
must stay here
In prison drear:
Oh! heavy life, wear on, wear on,
Would God that thou vert done!
The soft spring wind goes passing by
Into the forests wide and cool,
The clouds go troopipg through the sky
To look down on some CLASSY pool;
The sunshine makes the world rejoice,
And all of them, with gentle voice,
Call me away
With them to stay
The blessed, live-long, summers day.
may not 60, I may not 90,
Where the sweet breathing spring winds blow /;
Nor where the silver clouds 60 BY
Across the holy, deep, blue sky;
Nor where the sunshine, warm and bright,
Comes down, like still shown Of light;
must stay here
In prison drear:
Oh! heavy life, wear on, wear on.
Would God that thou vert done!
Oh, that were thing with wings!
A bird that in a May-hedge siags!
A lonely heather. bell that swings
Upon some wild hill side!
Or cen silly, senseless stone,
With soft, thick, starry moss o'ergrown,
Round which the waters glide!
.7rrirai ofthe Brandy,cine. U. States
frigate Brandy wine, "A, Commodore James Rem
shaw, arrived at this port yesterday from the
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