The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-11-04
POa TRY.

WRITTEN FOR THE Cecil WHIG.
Musings, No. Ill.
Again tits evening, and again
The moon and stars are shining bright,
The Rocky cliff, the narrow glen,
Arc sleeping in their mellow light,
And all seems beautiful as when
Our earth was paradise. The night,
The moonlight night has ever been
To me cnchantment, and the sprite
OF past cxistancc, often then
Has danced before my ravished sight,
And memory has filled my brain might
With pleasant thoughts, pcrchance which
In deep forgetillness have lain,
But for the night-the moonlight night.
at was on such night as this"
Ills thus often muse,
While memories of departed bliss,
Are mingng with the hues
That lingor round the lovely past,
The sunny spots, (theyre few
I've found upon lfe's desert waste,
(The part I've travelled lhrough)
1t was on such night as this
They tel me | was born
They say that purer lovrliness,
Our earth had never worn.
The stars were mirrored in the dew,
Thai hang upon the rose
The full moon had its mirror too,
Where LuRA gently flows.
But soon dark portentions cloud
Rose in tho West, and spread
The mutterlng thunder grew more loud,
The lightning deeper red
Thick darkness shrouded all the earth,
As if to hide the strife,
OF that rude storm. Such was my birth,
And such has been my life.
My childhood had its sunny hours
They're past--forever gone,
And withered leaves and faded flowers
Are round my pathway strowni
From Disappointment sombre cloud,
Comes Sorrows pelting storm,
While grim Despair weaves her dark STROUD
For Hopes bright airy form.
Well BE- it so, let every i'll
Press on, have heart
That ne'cr sail fail me, come what will,
But nohlv act its part
Though all the pow",s OF hell combine,
is happiness to blight,
Some pclsint lhopehs snail still he mine,
Ii the nighi-ihe moonlight night.
The mise Of the silent stars,
"The poetry of Heaven"
Shall free M soul from all oarths cares,
And the toll and plin they've given,
And then the spirits of the past,
Like angels from above,
Shall gather round me Tick and fast
On wings Of light and love.
Then all the friends I've ever known
All the bright forms I've seen,
Shall glide before me one by one,
And be all they have been.
And if pale disappointment brings
Her wreath of wthered flowers,
I'll smile to think that "hope has wings"
And Earth has moonlight hours.
Though warm affection bids the tear
OF deep regret to flow,
For lost ones to the heart thrice dear,
'TIs happiness to know,
That have shared their smiles and teara
Their sorrows and their blisses--
Aye! more than these, that in past years,
We've shared such nights as this is
II was on such night as this
That LYRA fist met,
That angel form of loveliness,
1t often haunts me yet.
The memory of departed bliss,
Tho mingled with regret,
Is linked likewise to happiness,
never can forget.
'Twerc folly to forget what we
Have dared to love or prize,
Fen tho in time it prove to be
A demon in disguise.
f"ignorance brings bliss" to me,
"Tis folly to be wsc''-
The one I've loved shall ever DO
An angel with blue eyes"
oh not for worlds would forget,
One that I've loved so well,
But till the sun Of life has set,
And time has toll'd the knell
Ofmy departure;-til the wind
Its last faint murmurs swell,
In the hearts solitude onshrned,
The memory of that one shall dwell.
W. p.
UTorIA, Octobcr-ls4s,