The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1845-06-21
[POETRY.]

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WRITTEN FOR THE CECIL WHlG.1
TO THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE
NJ, ID. F. s.
RESPECTFULLY.
There is time, says one, who long has gone,
10 his reward, for all things meath the sun
Than whom wiser, earth hath never known,
| Nor may know, till mans la test work be done,
And he like troth upon the broken stream,
Shall lose himself in nolhingness, and naught
Remain to tell his tale but some fant dream,
In kindred breast, with deeper memory
taught
OftlIe departed there's time for spring,
To cast her ''mantle green" bright DER the
plain
When fountains sparkle to the sun, and sing,
With gentle "hymn-note" TO the dashng rain;
For dews to glitter in the messy glade
For odors waited on the floating air
To please the SCULPTOR twilight and for shade, ,
For breezes swelling fresh and "rlch and rare"
There is time for Autumns blast to sweep,
The earth of all that's beautiful, and chill
Creations music, while her voices weep,
Der parted bloom by wood and copse and rill +,
With low, deep, solemn tone-therc is time
For storms to burst in wrath athWart the sky,
And load broad heaven with their doleful wall,
Prophetic of Notwithstanding high.
There is time for al-excuse me,
Can't number half the moments, ''tIncs and
seasons,"
That rule mans destny,--the wet-the dry
Lies spring-timc with its lore, and roses, trea-
Our very so uls-therc is "time to die"
a time to "gather stones" time to cast
The stones away--your smiles;-alas.-to fly
The snarcs ofyouth, (wll you) a time TO
Our fondest hopcs-a time to WOO and we'd;
time to weep, to wall, to laugh and smile
con uniors:) la time to lay the dead
Low in deaths prison house, time to while
Times pillows by with wine aud violin
(know what msanD time to cape and look
AT rs and SIS, and "time to spin,"
(stranee yarn you spn) from many slad-
oWCu NOOK,
Peep hole and corner, Masfe or w,
Knows little of, ween, some calamity,
Some light calamity might justly trouble you,
Nothing | mean, so odious as infaniia,
Not as was he of w. or Pharaoh troubled
With Satan biles or locuss from the sands,
When oxen lowed and died, the Red Sea dubbed
Like cauldron hot, DER Memphis myriad bands
But that n word of kindly, due reproof
From the good Mr.. of the mansion might,
CA noted one) as hint 10 stand aloof
From window inches, curl your features
bright,
With trace of scorn, or shade ofsadness throw,
Ger your fair brows, with naught but radi-
ancc beaming,
SO lar as may dream or guess, or know,
Fiom MONDAY blaze, or lamp-light DER them
streaming,
All VISIBLE as eve comes on apaCe,
And you with buoyancy and hope grow rife,
And quick through hall and arbor with grace,
Glide fliry-like, so full of love and life,
That certain fellows,-(what say is truel
Have sat, and through a rusty telescope!
Oh! gosh. strained, squinted, winkcd and peep
cd at you,
Till all was blue, chem! and eyes, hope,
And deem were observation-disclosures a time,
Ween,
To give adrice, though I'm no seer, or sage,
And in unpleasant paths myself have been,
might have scaped through more experen-
friendly monitor, to teach me where,
Lilies thorns and snares and thstles lay con-
cealcd,
And where dread gulEs and chasms yawning
were,
To gulp me headlong falling, unrcvcalcd,
BY watchword, sign or token--hut a word
"ln season. cannot injurc, pique or harm
You in the least, know, nor i'll accord
With the great Golden Rulo" nor blight a
charm;
thousand though some ,cH doubt-somc
That you have ga thatn-yea, get in a flame,
And vow you are SO passing "wondrous tail"
That they will hit the william who denies
To you the boon OF swcetncs, or declares,
Ailectlon's beam non JulgenS i'll those eyes,
That glow through panes, or least detraction
dares.
Here comes the counsel, and small request
| Will follow-counsel that hope may be,
| Not all UNDECIDED or dcspised, the rest
| leave it with your generosity.
Yes, bcsccch you by the winds that blow
Around your lattice, that when roses bloom
In button holes, and gallop to and fro,
Hard by, to turn your backs, for their, perfume
Is not the stuff for the olfactories
Ola bright lady,-think Of that, mol no!
No, biped rOsds roses wont suffice
| Your prra nd nj the ma nSioy IL
And there's a fellow that you oft may see,
very modest fellow by the bye,
And he's afraid to pass-but as for ME-
| seldom tremblc-nevcr-no-not l.
INCOGNITUS.
Newark, 1915.