Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1844-12-20

I greet thee again. my Mountain Home,
Ard faiu would press thee with warm embrace
Unto my bosom, u cherished thing,
For thou charm hast been, pleasant dream
Within the past that wooed me from despair
green oasis in the desert wild.
The same bright sky bends DER thee now as then,
The sumo sweet springs still gush their waters forth,
The same bright river onward Keeps its way,
The mountain broezes still are sighiCg on,
And wild flowers bloom as sweotly as of yorc.
And still the same old mount, hoary with age,
Stands like giant vcsturod with cloud,
In all unchanged, and still with rugged brow
Frowns on the valley smiling at his feet
Like some huge monster watching by the couch
OF Beauty sleeping. Rugged rocks his CROWN
The forest tree his sccptre; aud his voice
The rolling thunder that doth make the earth
10 tcmble when he speaks, Aud still with green
The deep ancestral forests cothe his sides,
And all rs then he standoth now sublime
oh could worship these ancestral hills,
For they aie Freedoms altars,-they the shTineH,
The temples mighty, where in times of yore
Our Fathers knelt whose hearts as mountain peaks
We're sttong against oppression and whose love
For freedom iriumphed over life. And here,
Their murty-hymns were echoed by each mount,
Whilst Freedom answered from her rocky bed,
My mountain people neeer shall DC sidres."
feeling of deep erecps o'or my soul
As gaze them, living in the light
Of the eternal sun, aud lifting high
Their SUBMITS aud as did our Fathers,
Fam would !, though humbly, utter forth
My song of freedom here
My Native Vale
III all that Nature formed, thou'ft still the same
But where those visions pure that gladdened youth
And where those merry voices too that spoke
The JOYFUL heart noisy sport,--tho smiles
OF those loved--a Mothers love, pure,
Holy, und deep Sisters fond caress-
Fathers smile and pride ALL all are gone
Gone like the beam that tells of parting dny
Gone, like fond and cherished dream--but yot,
Did leave sweet remembrance in the heart
record of its fond reality,
That memory loves to cherish.
Years pass by
Mothers hand is laid upon my head
And tervent prayer uscends to God, for life,
And happiness to Her tender words
Fall on my heart like dew upon the flowers,
And sweet as music from Spirits Tyre,
Melodlous and son, that seem TO hold
My spirit in a spell. A Father, too,
Beside whose knee my childhood loved TO lean
Implores blessing % his child and life
As odo Gus flowers is sweet. But tits dream,
And such as Fancy weuvcs TO cheat the heart,
A vision mere, to which fam would fix
Renity,-u nume,-a dwelling place,
A holy spell from out the dreamy past
Now creeps upon my spirit, filling il
With glad old memories --eiecting back
Life's radiant morning, bright with henYen's BEAM
Tracing Hgain with thousand various hues
Upon my heart, the scenes - Of long ago -"
When clouds o'orshadowGd not the star Of love,
And life calm as is a summers streum-
That ho'er can fade from memory. They'll live
Live, when lie's Pickering lamp shull oeuse to hurn,
When SUM- and moon and stars, shall censc 10 shine,
Aud all material things are passed away.
Tunbridg6, ~. Dec. 7, 1874.