Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1836-06-02
MY NATIVE HOME.

M NAZ4V 4 HUM
Bright my waking dreams of youthful days;
Rich as the many -cOOred bow displays!
As gla"cing back with retrospective look
o" the fond home Of youth SO long forsOOk,
Through the perspective vista Of the past,
| see retiring jOys-'oo rich to last!
THUS the optican through HE magic glass.
Observes the Moons fair fields before>him pass:
So the bright miniature Ofby-gone years,
Dwindling in fair proportions, now appears;
While mag"6ed by Hope, the landscape grows
In fa"cied "earness, as it brightly CLOVIS;
But ali! deceitinI as the sl,adowy dyes
Ofthe Kaleidoscope to wondering eyes!
For twelve long years amid the city throng
Did rude Misfortune buffet me along:
At length the hills which once WANDERED DER,
Again my eager footsteps shall explore!
Active imagination pictures still,
The grassy grove, the bubbling crystal rill,
Along whose verdant hanks Of chequer'd shade,
Of have / stole, when no rude cares invade:
With circIing alders high embosomed round,
silent paradise Of joy profound!
A messy carpet Of rich tinted green,
From Natures oom adorns the eyIvan scene
Close by the shelving brink, in silent mood,
OFT have ven,ured, where The dark deep food
Sweeps the luxuriant wild-grass, pendant flung
From the deceillul bank which it o'erhung:
The golden-spoed trout thence decoy,
The village swain's delight, and fav'rite joy,
With careless ease stretched myself along
The emerald bank, to read thy sylvan soRg,
THOMSON! whose pencil paints with malchess dyes,
Or fowery Spring or Summers azure skies!
What though start forth The hectic dreams Of youlh,
Tina, live in memory, bnt no, in truth?
Not all these scenes Of all my youthful years.
Were half as beau,eous my mothers ieurs!
Up the lone hill, before the morning dawn,
My patient weary sieed tolls faithful on;
Associations melancholy powers,
Like specires, wake the shades Of boyish hours;
And Memory, like some long forgotten dream,
Flashes with msteor-glare, and startling gleam!-
The murm'ri"g s're"mIe, g"rgling DER the stones.
The fearful wind that through the pne-iree means!
Through the lone grave yard, as The eye arkance,
Views the white tOmbs'oUes at one fearful glance,
With has.y strides and breahess fear Ry,
Swift as the ba. that ceaves the midnight SKY!
Sights strange! and SQUADS more horrid! Then how
As drew near the bridge, and village mill [sti
Rouse thee! loud cracks the thong-swifi rolls the
wheel, a..
The bright spark shoots beneath the horses heel:
The reddening cas-, uplis Nights shndowy veil;
dream no mOre-lny native home," all halt!
How dark was the long night! and yet they say
The darkest gloom pervades the dawn Of day!
Yes! through the trees see the tall white spirc
Tipped with the mornings golden solar FIRE!
II upward points The weary pilgrim dove, ST..
UNDERWRITING, to his hiding-piace above
His native home, who seeks the world around,
Then soars tbIest sphere where only rest is found
sacred refuge from the bi'lOwy food,
Thoa sheli'ring Ark: Church Of the living COP!
The temple Of my heart, with thy brigh, rays,
o Spirit, light with purer fire! Thy praise,
For ever let il burn with Loves eternal blaze.
Li,chfeld, Conn. AID.
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