The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-03-16
Enigma.

VAuous WeJ uiS hluguOm 10 ATOMS would Ial
bnt share not his crown, and rule not his hail.
dance 10 the meadow, and play In the stream,
ana GUNNER obscurely In Lunas pale BEAM
dwell 10 thy bosom-I I'm part Of thy form,
And ride on the tempest or guide the fierce Storm
With the sea nymph resi- on the covered cliff
And weep with the monrner, that life is SO brief;
Der the grave of the mighty, In sorrow bow
And rest in my mind, as thou'r watching me now
Go look on the pillow of sorrow and care
On the brow that Is witherd by darkest despair
Stern affection will meet you, but am not there
In the heart of the rich man, the coun Of the Prince
10 the mariners vessel, the warriors lance,
In the tumult of war-on the brow of the fair
Though millions surround Them still / am mot
there. IN
10 the home Of the noble, the virtuous the great.
"a thine own lovely bosom, rejoicing wait -
! wish might dwell in that beautiful eve
wish might aoat in yon azure sky!
| would iead you IN triumph wherever slray'd,
Where the sunbeam had ill., or the pale moon had
lsg played =
We scarcely know where to look for more
genuine poetry, in both sentiment and num-
bers, than may be found in this .Invocation 10
Spring" 1t seems TO be the bounding forth
Of merry heart to meet the sylvan goddess,
and one must possess little ardor, il, as he
reads, he do not find within himself "to re-
Joice, to rejoice" 1t was written at the age
OF twelve years.
Invocation to Spring.
Bend down from thy chriot, oh beautiful spring;
Unfold like standard, thy radiant wing,
AND beauty and Joy in thy rosy path bring!
| We long Tor thy coming, sweet goddess OF love
We watch Tor thy smile in the pure sky abovel
And we sigh for the hour when the wood birds shall
sing,
And nature shall welcome Mec, beautiful spring.
How the lone heart will bound, when thy presence
draws near,
As il borne from this world to some lovelier sphere
How the fond soul To meet thee, in rapture shall rise
When thy first blush has tinted the earth and the
skies
Oh! send thy son breath on the icy-bound stream,
Twill yanish-'wi melt like the forms in dream:
Released from the chain like child in lis glee
Twill flow on, uubounded, unfeered, and free
Twill leap on in Joy, like bird on the wing,
And hail thy sweet music, oh beautiful spring:
But tread with thy foot, on the snow covered plain
And verdIre and beauty shall smile in thy train!
But whisper one word with thy seraph-like voice,
And nature and earth shall rejoice shall rejoice!
Oh spring !-lovey goddess what form can com
pare,
With thine so respondent, SO glowing so fair7
What sunbeam SO bright as thine own smiling eve
From whose glance the dark spirit of winter doth
ly2 ..
A garland Of roses is twined round thy brow
Thy cheek with the pale blush OF evening doth glow:
mantle Of green DER thy soft form is spread,
And the light wingd zep6yrus plays round thy head
Oh could but mount on the eagles dark wing,
And rest ever beside thee, Spring beautiful Spring!
While the thought of thy beauty inspireth my brain,
shrink from the terror Of cold Winters reign
Methnks behold thee--I hear thy soft voice
And in fullness of heart Te)ocel rejoice! ~..
But the cold wind is moaning, the drear snow doth
fall,
And nousht but the shrieking blast echoes my call
Oh! heed the frail offering an infant can BRING
Oh! grant my petition, Spring beautiful Spring
N. Y. 1885,
The Farewell to the old year 1887, and
welcome to the new year 1882 has
melancholy interest. Thus she ushered in
the last year Of her earthly sojourn, and it
would seem that the year 1898, proud Of her
invaluable possession, would not consign the
gem to other keeping, but bore il, precious as
it was, to the great treasure house:
Written on the departure Of The odd year 1887, and The
commencement Of the ae,c, 1888
Hark to the house clocks measured chime,
As II cries TO the startled ear,
" A drge for the soul of departing Time,
A requiem for the yearp
Thou art hasting away to The mighty past,
Where thy countless brethren sleep,
Till the great Archangels trumpet blast
Shall waken land and deep.
Oh | the lovely and beautiful things that lie
On thy cold and moonless breast
Oil The tears, the reoicings, the smiles the signs,
Departing with thee to their res,
Thou vert ushered to life amid darkness and
gloom ...ss..
But the cold, icy cloud pas, away,
And Spring in her verdure, and freshness, and
Touched with glory thy mantle Of grey.
The ffowrets burst forth in their beauty--the trees
In their exquisite robes were arrayed.
pnft bon oil alon o--and the 6nwer and The
At the sound Of thy footsteps decayed.
And fairer young blossoms were blooming alone,
And they died al the glance Of thine eye;
But life was within which should rise DER their
own, ... \
And spirit thou couldst not destroy.
Thou hast folded thy pinions; thy race is complete,
And fulfilled the Creators behcst,
Then adieu 10 thee, year of our sorrows and joys
And peaceful and long be their rest
Farewell for thy truth written record is full,
And the page weeps for sorrow and crime,
Farewell for the leaf hath shut down on the past,
And concealed the dark annals OF Time
The bell II hath ceased with its iron tongue"
To ring on the startled ear,
The dirge DER the grave OF the lost one Is runS-
All hail to the new born Year =
All hail TO the new born Year
To the child of hope and fear
He comes on his car OF state,
And weayes our web of fate;
And he opens his robe to receive us all,
And we live or die, and we rise or fall
In the arms of the new born Year.
Hope spread thy soaring Wings
Look forth on the boundless sea
And trace thy bright and beautiful things
On the veil of the great To Be.
Build palaces broad as the sky,
And store them with treasures Of light,
Let exquisite visions bewilder the eye,
And illumine the darkness Of night.