Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-05-27


from the pen Of a young man Of the name OF Mo
rHERwELL.
JEANNE MORRISON.
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
Through mony weary way;
But never, never can forget
The love o. l,fe's young day!
The fire that's blawn on Beltane cen,
Nav weel be black gin Yule;
But biacker ia awaits the heart
Where first fond luve grows Guile.
Olear, dear JEANNE Morrison,
The thochts O. bygane years
Sill ding their shadows over my path,
And blind my cen WI tears:
They blind nv cen VII saul, saul tears,
And sair and sick pine.
As memory idly summons up
The blihe links o. lang syne.
Twas then We luvit ilk ither weel,
Twas then we twa did part;
Sweet timp-sad time! iva BARNS at scule,
iva bairps, and but ae heart!
Twas then we sat on ae laigh blink,
To leir ilk ither lear;
And tone, and looks. and smiles were shed,
Remembered evermair.
wonder, JEANNE, aften yet,
When sitting on that blink,
Cheek touchin' cheek, loot lock'd in loot,
What our wee heads could think!
When bath bent doun over ae braid page,
Wi ae bulk on our knee.
Thy lips we're on thy lesson, but
My lesson was in thee.
Oh. mind &c how we hung our heads,
How cheeks brent red VII shame,
Whene'er the scuie weans laughn said.
We cleek'd thegither hame?
And mind We o. the Saturdays,
rThe scute then skairt at noon,
When we ran all to speel the braes-
The broomy braes O Junes
MY head rims rounl and round about,
My heart flows like sea,
As ane by ane the ,hochts rush back
O. scule time and o. thee.
Oh, mornin' life! oh, mornin' luye!
Oh iichtsome days and lang,
When hinnied hopes around our hearts
Like summer blossoms sprans!
Oh mind ye, 1--we, how aft we left
The deavin' dinsome t0un,
To wander BY the green burnside,
And hear its waters c. DON?
The simmer leaves hung over our heads,
The flowers burst round our feet,
And in ths soamin o the wood,
The throssil whusslit sweet;
The throssiI whussit In the wood,
The burn sang to the trees,
And we with Natures hearts in tune,
Concerted harmonies;
And on the know abune the burn,
For hours thegither sat
In the silentness o Joy, till bath
Wi'yery gladness graf
Az. ay. dear JEANNE Morrison,
Tears trinkied d"un your cheek,
INSTRUMENTATION a rose. yet name
Had ony power to speak!
That was a time, blessed time,
When hearts were fresh and young,
When freely gush'd all feelings forth,
Unsy llabled-unsung!
marvel, JEANNE Morrison,
Gin hae been to thee
hS CtOStlN (WHICH WI CotuSot NoStsS
As ye hae been to mes
o! tell the gin their music fills
Thine ear as it does mine;
Oh! say gin DER your heart grows grit
WI dreamings langsyne!
Ive WANDERED east, Eve WANDERED west,
l've borne a weary lot;
Bot in my wand'rngs, far or near,
fenever were forgot.
The fOunt that FIRST burst frae this heart,
Still travels on its way;
And channels deeper as it rims,
The lu,e o. life's young day.
U dear, dear, JEANNE Morrison,
Since We were sindered young,
Eve never seen your face, nor heard
The music o. your tongue;
But could hug all wretchedness, {.
And happie could die,
Did but ken your heart still dream'd
obygane days and me-" s.s
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