Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-11-08
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Th;. il The place. Stand still my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present re-unlte
Beneath Times flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden BY brook,
But seen on either side.
Here runs the highway to the town,
There the green lane descends,
Through which walked to church with thee'
Oh! gentler Of my friends!
The shadow Of the Linden trees
Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boushs
A shadow, thou didst pass.
Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they;
One of Gods holy angels
Did walk with me that day.
saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The ciOver-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet.
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Ofearth and folly born!"
Solemnly sang the village choir
On that sweet Sabbath morn.
Through the closed blinds, the golden sun
Poured in dusty beam,
Like the celestial ladder
Ofthe ancient patriarch's dream.
And ever and anon, the wind
Sweet scented with the hay
Turned DER the hymn-book's fluttering leaves,
That on the window lay.
Long was the good mans sermon,
But it seemed not so to me,
For he spake of Ruth, the beautiful,
And still thought Of thee.
Long was the prayer he uttered,
But it seemed not 50 to me,
For in my heart prayed with him,
But still thought of thee.
But now, alas, the place seems changed;
Thou art no longer here;
Part of the sunshine of the scene
With thee did disappear.
Though thoughts, deecp rooted in my heart,
Like pine trees dark and high,
Subdue the light Of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;
This memory brightens DER the Past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near US hangs,
Shines on distant field.
From the Reveie.
a." Literary Remains of Major Mike Fink, Of
he Owl Creek Tnvincibles, who is now dead or in
'exas.
ITEMS.
The hog it is the greenest;
For it Is latest when it should,
For safety be the leanest.
And hearts like men when badly drfl'J,
For want of work grow lazy,
So hogs when fat from corn, are kilrd,
And men from corn grow crazy.
Now tracing natures varied plan,
For want of sight I'm blind most,
For hog eats hog, and man eats man,
And Devil take the hindmost."
On dromedaries there's hump,
On camels too, we find them;
And there is familiar bump,
Which ladies' pack behind them.
likes the mountain air to woo,
And caverns sprites and witches;
likes sweet Sally, yes do!
Cause why she mends my Jritches.
Adam with prayers, from heaven did coax
Down Eve, and went to kissing,
Or else the present set Of folks,
Had been among the missing.
Head Quarters on Owl Creek,
October LIST, 1914.
BRITISH lNTERFERENcE.-The Boston
Times Of the 5th inst. contains a lette,
addressed 10 the editor Of that paper by
he United States District Attorney 70,
M Massachusetts,, under instructions from
The Secretary Of State, inquiring the par,
liculars Of British tonnexion with The our.
chase Of tents for'the Mexican army, re-
gently made at that psAa The result oil
The investigation established the fact, tha,
one thousand tents had been made and
lhinned fnr Mexicn The In uoica ronrasan.