Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1836-06-14


Dor thou ghts thread strange llbyrinths winnings
intricate and mazes unknown even to the will
They are indeed the only free denizens that roam
unchecked down the dark slopings which lead to
The untrodden avenues Of the Past. They alone
dare to climb the clond. clothed bnttlemen's that
look over the dim distance Of the Future they see
the mist, the dense gathering, the faint goid.burs'-
ing that announces sunshine or the blackness that
heralds the thunder storm. Restless when the
Body sleeps. they wing away through the pale star
light Of memory; they traverse dreary shores, will
dernesses desolate and Wild places, peopled with
the distorted shadows Of wilder realities. When
awake like resiiff sieeds they start aside at objects
that rear up on every hand. and bound away over
unreasonable plains. sweeping earth, air and sky,
and even daring heed the ,apory track over which
Time has hurried.
We find monitors in every thing around us. The
slow pacing sllvery cloud 1t plides, spirl-like
over the blue fields Of heaven, brings before our
eyes the white ROBBED idol Of youth, and we SIGH
to zee IL vanish like the object We adored The
rnurmuring nyer, sweeping along IN liquid music
between ats willow waving banks, rolls away IKE
our cherished hopes and is lost amid the forgetul
ness of the ocean. Even music Is beard with
sich 4: though it awakcns the echo of the eternal
lille. it dies heavily upon the heart. Ike the sweet
voices that aaye for ever faded away from our
hearth. The dancing leaf falls on our ioolpaIh,
and it's green beauty is soon worn away, like the
happiness Of childhood. Flowers wither, and
friends erow cold. The hope Of Spring too soon
bursts into the reality Of Summer; then comes DE
said Autumn, solennly demure. and her heavy
ewes are Fixed upon the darkness Of Winter Sill
there are patches Of sunlight in oor psih-ttny
glsdes, which no gloomy umbrsge Cyerhangs-
spo,s IN the nnfaihomsble dfesfness OF the forest
~kete ye may ,it down for a moment and smile
ere ~e resume our journey through the deep so-
tudes.
I was born at the foot of the green hills The
silepoe Of woods and the overbanging Of antique
boarhs were bat lil;le dislsnce from my home
The song cf the cuckoo often rang above my roof
tree. Mesdoss rtiubow-colored with flowers,
spread cot near my dwelling. The silver Trent
wound aloag past my door. The crowo-rose Of
the whole wreath has not 10 me charm enough to
inspire q sonnet. Bu, les, spring, heavy With care,
bo~iag benesih ihe cypress which now binds the
poets brow 10 place Of the laurel, emerged from
the dusty DIN Of the metropolis, and wandered a.
r,sng those few green fields winch yet spread ike
solitary cases around lie eusirous. Many drcsry
day had gl'ded by, bearing lis leading links slong
since had seen a b0dding hawthorn. Oh how
sxeeily cane the frsgrs0ce Of that morning air
Tie birds tina, sang around me felt 30, greater
,hriIl 81 deight thsh ,ha, which g0shed silently
from my heart; essed uPon The clear ky. and the
young gFses thai cafpetsd The ssT'h aud = onder.
ed how. and 30 much besaiy and brighiness, Scr.
row dared to &c, her bleeding feet sseb lovely
world
Wandering along by an cid Le8ge. s,aliei Snd
ivis6 lISss soeh a hedge a. The blsekbird would
iss,. 10 more retired pace TO bald iis firm neal,
tsfecvssed aid Violet. b. NOISY hank 1