The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1844-09-23

Their unshorn beauty toward the favouring skies,
An axe ring sharply. There, with vigorous arm
Wrought a bold cmigrant, while by his side
His little son with question and response
Beguiled the toll,
"3oy thou hast never seen
Such glorious trees, and when their giant trunks
Fall, how the firm earth groans. Rememberest thou
The mighty river whose breast we sailed
So many days on toward the setting sum-
Compared To that own Connecticut
Is but creeping stream"
"Fnther, the brook
That by onr door went singing, when launched
My tiny boat with all the sportive boys,
When school was DER, is dearer fur to me
Than all these deep broad waters. TO my eye
They are as strangers. And those little trees
My mother planted in the garden bound
or our first home, from whence the fragrant peach
Foil in its ripcning gold, were rnirer sure
Than this dark forest shutting out the day "
"What, no my little girl, land with light steps
A fairy creature has,ed toward her sire.
And Sc ting down the basket that contained
The Moons repast, looked upward to his aco
With sweet, confiing smile.
"Sre, dearest, sne
Yon bright-wiuged parroquet, and hear the song
or the gay red-brd echong through the trees
Making rich music. Did'st thou ever hear
In far New England such mellow tone?"
al had robin that dill take the crumbs
Each night and morning. and his chipping voice
Did make me joyful, as went to tend
My snow. drops. was always laughing there,
In that first home, I should be happier now
Methinks, If | could find among these dels
The same fresh volets."
Slow night drew on,
And round the rude hut Of the Emgrant,
The wrathful spirits of the autumn storm
Spake bitter things. His wenried CHI ldren slept,
And he, with head declined, sat listening long
To the swollen waters OF the Illinois,
Dashing against their shores. Starting he spako--
"Wife did see thee brush away tear' -
Say, was it soi--Thy heart vas with the mills
OF thy nativity. Their sparkling lights
Carpets and sofas, and admirng guests,
Bcft thee better than these rugged wills
or shapeess logs, and this lone hermit-home.''
-"No-no An was So still around, methought,
Upon my ear that echoed hymn did steal
Which mid the church where crst we paid our
vows
So tunefu pealed. But tenderly thy voice
Dissolved the iIlusion:''-nnd the gentle smile
Lighting her brow fond caress that soohed
Her waking infant, assured his soul
That echeresoe'er the pure affections drcH
.dnd strike a healt!,ful root is happiness.
Placid and grateful, to hisrcst he sank,-
But dreams, those wild magicans, which do play
Such FRANKS when reason slunbcrs lireess wrought
Their will with him. Up the busy mart
OF his own native city,-roof and spire
All glittering bright, in ihncy's frost-work ray.
Forth came remembered forms-wh curving neck
The steed his boyhood nurtured proudly ncghed
The lavourito dog, cxutng round his feet,
Frisked with shrill joyous bork-famiar doors
Flew open greeting hands with his were linked
In Friendships he heard the keen debate
From congregated haunts, where mind with mind
Doth blend and brighten--and till morning-roved
Mid the loved scenery Of his faher-Innd.
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