New-York tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1841-1842, 1842-01-15
or tie New.York Tribune
i VI VI 1'' y 4 U ~ II 10 IT, =
EA RLY JOYS.

How fair each scene OF early Joy appears,
Beheld bright through the tiIne-worn veil of years
The youthful sports, the faces long revered
The fleeing grieis which fleeing pleasures cheeres
The idle strife, where Anger scarce could trace
A settled fro-vn upon the smiling face;
The old school house where Study mixed with Play
And Jest aud Laughter whiled the hours away;
The softly murn'ring stream; the steep hillside;
The green cid wood; the meadow fair and wide;
The flower CIR. lake; The gently rising hill,
Adowp whose side eaped wild the babbling NIL
The groves of pae, whose verdan, boughs among
The ieathered bards their songs of gladness sung
The level green, where sinless Riot reigned'
Anc shout and haloo wond rous feats sustained:
These swiftly crowd upon the gazing mind
JOYS purely sweet, for ever .et; oehind
But rising Youth scarce turns TO view the Past,
For Mapfool's aims his spirit feier fast.
The busy world the never-ending strife;
The ,vild excemen; of the dawn of life,
When ali his soulran waste with giant schemes,
And Glory smiles and beckons in his dreams
The clang OF arms makes music wildly sweet,
And bleeding hosts lie vanquished at his feet,
While shouting crowds pronounce his honored narse,
And send him down to everlasting fame
Or If, perchancc MS country need not him
His hearts best blood, nor cen single limb
He deems, as other visions rAaet his eye,
Z is sweeter far to live for her than die!'
His country's good still drives hin on 10 find
Employment fit for his prolific mind;
And with leud voice, and high, indignant rage,
The beardiess statesman utters maxiEns sage!
And each long word coined from his ready mint
Or reasoning new, drawn from some antique print
Tie loud harangue, the labored argument,
On listning carE and ,sond ring brains spent
Till he and all, by patriot ardor stirred
Deem nations fa,es hang on each sounding word
And with loud tongues and maddened orbs they. cry
I'VE II for count-y's rights do all--but die !
But for his brain. born dreams alas he finds
That in the strife and blood!ess clash of minds
a sig,less world o'erlooks his fancied powers,
And Gorgons dire usurp his lonely hours
Till like the fly, by dazzling night.fres burnt,
Experience sage has him her lessons learnt
That he who lives for man aud home alone,
And makes his country's welfare all his own
Obeys her cas-fron love of self su5dued,
Lives most for his and for his sountry's good
And Manhood too, with onward purpose strives
Leaps in the race and runs where Glory drives,
And scarcely deigns his long.past joys recall,
For what are these when Glory claims him all
With varions fortune he his way pursues-
Now joyous wins, and is doomed to lose,
Till Time has called him from tn unequal strife,
TO move adown the ,horny hill of life
But houry Age his boyh"ods sports surveys,
And longs to live once more his early days
Each little JOY which he had all forgot.
When Fortune smiled upon his manhood's lot,
Like lonely stars seen through the evening air
Glow on his eye and twinkle brightly fair
Blu, all in vain his earnest longings rise
His pulse beats slow, and close his aged eyes
But still they cheer the feeble spirits gloom,
And light with smiles his pathway to the tomb
Normich NY H. II.
This line is not literal translation of the wel!-kuown
sentence, Dnicc est pro patria mort