Southern marksman. [volume] (Clinton, Miss.) 1838-1839, 1839-02-13

not on terms of Intimacy, II exhibits taIGl-
I;or disposition. Q liz THE CORNER.
For the Marksman,
abrams descend from Jove."
I had dream-but not the horrid one,
OF haggard sights, and most uhseemly
elves,
Invoked by cares that haunt the rev'lers
Twas a trance delightsome--a vision
pure
A ray from heav'n; that pierced my SOM
bre lids
And circled round my brow the bright halo
OF cleaning hopes and sweet presents
A being fair of wond'rous loneliness
Me thought | saw. twas ut the social
hearth
or friends and guardian ones, she smiled,
the pride
or doating hearts, many there came and
And bowed before, IN loves sweet vassal.
The bold enchantress wealth threw at her
iis treasured heaps, and tinsel ornaments !;
Bright youth, arrayed in smiles and radi-
ant hopes,
And beauty's train, of natures richest
mould
With flowing locks and buoysnt sarquine
step,
Alike went forth 10 pay the tribute due
She smiled--but not the hope-creating
smile,
That breathes requited love-'twas friend
ships glow
Flushed into smiles, the nd&gen'rous lip
That played, SO softly sweet for homag'd
hearts,
The scene was chang'd-she shone the
"peerless queen"
Of all the fair that deck the festive hall,
She glided 'thwurt-but not in mirth's CAV
dance;
As like barque Of noble enterprise,
She moved in grace and lofty dignity;
The Ocean-crowd was cleft, and in the
wake
Were n1aay yet that fingered in dispair,
And fain have sought her hand. On all
she smiled,
But twas the fiohaess ola gen'rohs heart
Not love--that epake,-an artlessness
ofsoul,
That knew no harsher tones.---the scene
was changed.
The sinking sun had blushed hrs choicest
tints
Upon the canvass-sky;-night's basafnl
Rose from her vcstal couch, and trembling
danced
Upon the eastern verge: loves laughing
orb,
And one by one, her smiling retinue
Lit up their sparkling lamps-A fiow'ry
field
Lay spread before me, here the roses wild,
Fresh with the kiss of heav'n's own nee.
tar dew,
Sent forth their odour to the gallant breeze;
And there the violet of modest mien,
Blushed ITS soft hue Of rich cerulean;
And there the smiling evergreens arose,
From thence. and Modified the the scene
In sweet relief and In 'the distant maze,
The mountains mellow'd cone stood dipp'd
in skies;
A rll that leap'd from thence was hums
ming forth,
In concert with the zephyrs am'rous strain,
Its evening serenade to sleeping fowls
Again the fair being smiled before me,
More lovely still, in gentleness arrayed
In beauty's own simplicity of soul
She glided oft from flower to flower
And ever and anon would pluck from
thence,
Some op'niDg bud in thoughtless wanton'
ness
But not alone--hard by her own true love
Twas he the image Other brightest dreams.
The star that fed her hopes, she knew moi
how;
Upon his brow of mahliness there told
Some firece conflict within. Long had he
loved:
But solitudes alone had heard him break
Ats wild accents. Long days and years
had come
And passed, -but never IN the fiatterine
train
Of suitors had he walked. The world
knew not,
Nor she, that meath that sullen calm there
ragged
A tempest ferce,-knew not the lava
s-s food,
That boiled impet'ous in volcanic breast
That fain yet dare not break its snowy
crust,--
b, now love found q syreD tongue: he
bTcathsd I
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