Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1836-09-28
THE DYING FLOWER.
BY FREDERICK RucKERT.*

H BY FREDERICK RUcKHRT.T
"Have hope; why shouldst thou not7-
Have hope and not in vain,
Stripped by the rough unfriendly breeze,
That spring shall come again.
Thou too, within whose secret bud
A life hath lurked unseen,
Shalt wait till spring revive thy blood,
And renovate thy green"
sAlasl no stately tree am l,
No oak, no forest king,
Whose dreams Of winter prophesy
A speedy day OF spring:
A daughter Of an humber race,
A aower Of yearly blow,
OF what was remains no trace,
Beneath my tomb Of snow"
aAnd IL thou vert the frailest reed
The weakest herb that grows,
Thou need'sf not fear, God saves q seed
-exesp-th Ting that blows.
Although the winters stormy strife,
Athousand times bestrew
The sod with thee, thou canst thy life
A thousand times renew"
s eyes, thousands after me will blow
As fair-more fair than
No end can earth's green virtue know
But each green thing must die.
Though they shall share in mine, no share
In their life waits for me,
Myself have changed-the things that were
Are not no more may be-.
HAnd when the sun shall shine on them,
That shines on me so bright,
What boots their colorel diadem,
To me deep sunk in night2
That. sun, whose cold and frosty smile
Mocks at my honors brief
Seems he not reckoning the while
A future summers chiefT'
"Alasl why did my leaves incline
Unto thy faithless ray2.
For while mine eve looked into thine,
Thou filch'dst my life away.
Thou shalt not triumph DER my death,
MY parting leaves l close
Upon myself--receive my breath
Not thou that caused my woes"
!. W-Yet dost thou melt my pride away,
Change into tears my stone2-
Receive nv feet life Of day, %
Thou endless one alone!
Yesl thou hast made my pride to pass,
Mine ire hast sunn'd away,
AN that am. all thati was,
4 owe il 20 thy ray"
ssEach zephyr Of each balmy morn
That made me breathe perfume,
Each sportiYe moth on bright wing borne
That danced around my bloom,
Each shining eye that brighter shone
NV magic hnes 10 see, .ss - Oh.
These purest joys owe alone,
Eternal One, totheew 49,.
nAs with my stars thou didst begirth
The neyer-fading blue, -,.. ..-
\ So didsi thou deck thy green Of earth
n With bright flowers ever new.
One breath have not drawn In vain
For thee-be Il no sigh!
One look Lhave Cor earth's fair plain,
One for the welkin high"
sThou worlds warm-glowing heart, be sper
NV LIES last pulse on thee!
Receive me, heavens bright azure tent,
Nv green tent breaks with me.
Hail % the Spring, In glory bright!
Morn with thy thousand dyesL
without regret i sink in night
Though without hope 20 rise"
BIackaeoods Mdgazine.
.Ths author Of dis beautiful pOsm-whic
need fsnr no comparison with the choicest piece
ofCoolha OF Wordsworth no less Distinguish
cd among dc living lyrisisthas among the 0nen
al scholars Of Germany. We translate from
volume Of poems--GesnBselfs GedicAte 20
EFederick Rnekevf. --pubiished Al Ertungen, i
issl. ~.
ODE ON rHE DEArA OF G. r. DAVIS.
BY Mrs SigosTRey.
Pastor. thou from as art takenS
In the glory Of thy years,
As the Oak, by tempests shaken, ~
Falls, ere time its yerdure sears.
Here. where Oft thy lip hath taught as
0fthe Lamb who died 20 save,
here thy guiding hand hath brought Us
TO The deep, baptismal wave.