New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-06-19
TIE TRIBUNE
For The New-York Tribune.
THE WILD OLD WOODS.

THE WILD OLD WOODS.
Tay wild cid woods, where the shadows cling
To the greensward fresh with dew,
Where the woodland bird, OF dusky wing
Rp,lds his nest on oaks, that upward iiing
Their arms to the sk.v so blue
1yher, ,be nearly streams run sparkling on,
With a pleasant melody,
And battle with spray the messy rocks
Ay. the wild old woods for me-
TIL. wild old woods love them well,
For in Boyhood's idle hours,
NV heart in the groves with magic spell
Was bound in wreath OF thoughts, that tell
The language swee, of flowers;
A spirit moved ME when the voice
OF the anthem winds went by,
And the Storm-Kng hung has banner out
To wave in the Winters sky.
III.
loved the woods, as wandered there,
In the morn OF LIES gay Spring,
(fsre my soul had felt the tooth Of Care
With Being kind aud good and fair,
Who taught my Spirits wing
pluLlS It's III i<o'e PU.N ~
And Hope thrilled deep each chord,
And gemmed each thought with Heaven light,
AT Loves FIRST whispered word.
".
Ay, a wild old wood was the sacred place
OF the shrine bull, TO Love;
On Memory's scroll fondly trace
Those vows Time never can eiface-
Vows registered above.
When the struggling gusts rocked the iron oaks
And the leafy pennons sreamed,
conned Loves lesson iondly learned,
And worshiped as dreamed.
The wild old woods, in the olden time,
Were the scene OF rev-! gay,
And the Huntsmen there with mellow chime,
Pealcd the note oil the Border nnstrel's rhyme,
Ar morn and close Of day:
And the fleet deer raised his untercd head,
As the sound came on the wind,
And plungng in the mountains shade,
Left its echoes all behind.
VI.
Fair Freedom Of; hath sought the glen,
And meath the forests shade.
Hath garnered stronger hopes, and then
Hath nerved the arms Of stalwar, men
To draw the baie-Gade:
And Liberty first Graded there,
Upon some messy bed,
Springs forth Giant huge and tall
With victor's martial tread.
The he sc asoas Oh he forest leaves,
Write lessons sad but true,
Young Spring her emerald choplet wcaves,
And Autumn comes with fruitlcss sheayes,
And Summers sparkling dew
rs chilled 10 links OF iron frost,
When Winter in the SKY
Calls forth his mailed warrior knights
The Storm-kine' : chivalry.
VIII
And then the mountain forests shake,
And the tempesls wildly roar,
Like the music sad, which dark waves make,
In the midnight storm, when they angry break,
On rough and craggy Shore
And the hungry wolf from his ice-bound lair,
Howls piteousiy and low;
Or fercely wandering, marks his track
With blood, on the frozen snow.
IN.
The moss Of many withered year,
Twincs round the veteran trees,
And at Morning hour crystal tear,
On Autuun's eaty foliage serc,
Doth fash in the signing breeze,
A tear for the ages past and dead,
Which the giant woods have seen,
A tear for the frosty breath that smote
That foliage fresh and green.
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The hand of change, on the aged pueS,
Is laid with freezing chill,
Death there is traced in deep drawn lines,
Death round the feeding branches twines,
And the melancholy rill
Signs through the groves a requiem,
AS the trunk so straight and tall
Falls grooming to its forest grave,
With sere leaves for It's pail
Worth Carolina, June 10, 1874. CnAs. ~ EMERSON.
W.TcHcRlFr AND SurEEsTITIoS,-Yeste