Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1837-09-29

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The following most beautiful lines are from
gus number Of Blackwood:
THE GREEN WOOD SHRlFT.
Ouistre,cled beneath the leafy shade
OF Windsor Foresi's deepest glade,
A diving woman lay:
Three little children round her stood,
And there went up from the green wood
A wolul wall that day.
go mother ~ was The mingled cry.
30 mother, mother ! do not die,
And leave Us all alone"
"Nly blessed babes !" she tried to cav,
Bu; the faint accens died away
In Il low sobins moan.
And then lifc struggled hard with death,
And fast and strong she drew her breath,
And mp she raised her head;
Ana peerins through The deep wood maze
W ih u long, sharp, unearthIy gaze,
evil he not comet" she said.
Just then, the parting boushs between;
A little maids light form was seen,
All brea,hless with her speed;
And following close man came on,
CA portly man 10 look upon,)
Who led painting steed.
"Molher !" the li,.le maiden cried,
Or e'cr she reached The woman's side,
And kissed her cay-cold cheek
81 have not idled in tue town,
But long went wandering up and down,
The minister 10 seek.
"rhev told me hcre--,hry told me there
think they Knocked me every where;
And when found his home,
And begged him on nv Blended knee
To bring his book, and come with me-
Mother he would not come.
"' told him how YOU dying lay,
And could not 30 IN peace away
Ni'hnu, the minister;
] begged him, for dear Christ. his sake,
But oh my hear, was Fit 10 break
Moth,r lie would not stir.
So, though my tears were binding me,
ran back, fast Ms fast could Le,
To come again to Won;
And here-c,ose bv this squire met,
Who asked $50 mid) what made me fret.
And when told him true,
81 will 90 with YOU. chiM,' he said,
God sends me 10 this dying Led,'-
No:her, he's hard hv."
Naile TINS The little maiden spoke,
The man, his back against an oak,
oUk'd Oh with sIiscnln, eye.
The ride On hi. neck nung free.
With qnivering flank and trembling knee.
Itcss'd close hls bonnv bay;
a s'alelier man, a sla,elier s,ccd.
Never on ereenswurd paced. rede,
Than those stood there that day.
So, while the little maiden spoke,
The man, his back against an oak,
Looked on with cs'ening eve
Ard folded arms, aud in his look,
Something Ihat. like sermon book,
Preach 'd-".iil is vanity."
Hut when the diving woman's face
iu'Hvu tp"a'" MIN WIN WlShiui baSeb
lie sIepp'd to where she lay;
And kneeling down, ben, over her,
Saying.-"l am minister
My sister! lie: Us pray"
And well, wiloulcn book or stole,
Goods words were printed on his SONY
Into lie DYING ear,
lie brealhed, as 'iwe,e, m angels strain,
The things thu unto life pertain,
And DEATHS dark shadows clear.
He spoke Of sinners los, estate,
IN Christ renewed --regenerate--
OfGod's most ble.l decree,
That not single soul should die
VINO turns repenant with the cry
"Be mercilul TO me-"
Hs spoke Of trouble. pain. and toll,
Endured but for u little While
In patience -f,ll-and love-
Sure. in Gods own good time, to be
Exchanged for an eternity
VI happiness above.
Then-as the spirit ehbd away
lie raised his hands and eyes, 10 pray
That peaceful it might pass;
And lhen--lhe orphans sobs alone
Were heard, as they knelt every one
Close round on The green grass.
Snch was the sight their wondering eve
Behe'd, in hearl.sIruek mute surprise,
Who rein'd their courscrs back,
Jus, as they found the long aslray,
Who in the heat Of chase that day
Had WANDERED from their track.
But each man rein'd his paving sleed,
And lighted down, as ifag,ecd,
In silence 1T his side;
And there, uncovered all they stood
IL was II wholesome sight aud good
That day for morla plide.
For the nohles Of The land
Was that deep hush'd, bare headed band;
Add central in The ring,
by that dead pauper on The ground,
Her ragged chili,on clinging round,
Kuelt their anuinled king.
The royal minister was George The Third. 7
'cdole is related on the authority of The X,
orge Crabbe, the well known poet Of huml
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