Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1845-02-26
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a President-a fair sample Of the splendil
lectual productions and moral worth Of The '
has afrived-accompanied by ladies who's
illness reflects their cline and whose accom-,
menls are an ornament 10 their country-at
presents oiinserting the following
liful lines of Mrs. Lois B. Adams. We ina
only with strict propriety congratulate our
upon our President elect, but upon the lady Z
Prcsident-a lady rs excellent in character
accomplished in mind as any one OF The an
peers in place who have previously filled it.
THE WEST.
DY MRS. LOIS b. ADAMS.
They tell Inc Of a brighter land,
Where everlasting Summer smiles;
Oi waves by Southern breezes famed,
Encircling bright and sunny isles
But, Oh the West, the charming West,
In every livery drcsl;
It's lovely Spring, with fleeing train,
It's Autumn sad, with waving grain,
It's Wintry storms and Summer showers
The beauty fits wildwood bowers,
It's rolling rivers, proud and tree,
Have more The magic charm for me.
They tell me Of fairer sky,
Where cloudlcss sunshine ever dwells.
or sunny wales and mountains high,
OF dashing rils and fiowery dells.
But, oh | love these charming skies,
Where stormy clouds inconstan, rise;
Their gorgeous shapes SO wildly free
Have more majestic charms for me,
Than Slories that unchanging lie,
In fair Italia's glowing sky;
Ard Flora's fowery plains of pride,
More lovely than the mountains side;
And for the dells SO warm and low.
Where streams with ccaseless music llos
Give me The loved and lovely Wea,
With ever-varying livery drest.
know that olden tales have flung
A charm around the Eastern world,
Where ersithe early poets sung,
Where Freedom first her flag uniurlis
And spell-bound Memory fingers yet,
Round many Wondering parapet;
And DER those crumbllng walls 10 mour
Full Oft will weeping Fancy turn:
But yet, methinks, that FancY's tear
Should warmer flow DER ruins here!
For not where fell the warrior brave,
Have marbles marked bis lowly grave
His followers laid the chief 10 rest,
In some lone valley OF the West;
No records on the lists of fame,
To US may tell his deeds or name;
Naught but the simple mounds arise,
To point us where the warrior lies.
Oh !! tell me not that Eastern themes
Alone can minstrel art inspire;
| know that here poets dreams
Are often warmed with holy fire.
What know We not a theme for song
Is borne by every breeze along?
Though not amid Castalian groves
Where still poetic Fancy royes; :,
Though MOI round lone Parnassus hiS
Where classic learning fingers still,
Or where Ionian isles are flung
Like emeralds on the restless wave
These western winds have ever sung
A dirge DER Genius hallowed graz
They tell of forests dark and deep,
Where many daring deed wasdoA
BY chieftains now in dreamless sleef
Who erst have victories lost andWo
They linger round the moulderins "
Ofruined cities in the West,
Where thousands from their crunipI-
In shades Of dark oblivion resi-
Or should the musing poets ear
Refuse such sadd'ning sounds TO bsel
They'll instant change the moufniu' :
And wake TO life brighter dream.
The dark-eyed Indian maid shall COZ co.,,
Once moe 10 view her woodland ho"s
And as she pours her welcome sons
The breeze shall bear its notes aloas
Twill tell of wealth and pride anc r.
OF loves exchanged in wildwood @r
OF hearts who pledged their truth u.
And blest their fate with dying breaa
Again the bounding deer shall roa.p
Ger fowery prairies wild and ~
Again the red mans forest home /.
Unfettered Freedoms home shan
Oh! seek not, then, in classic lore
Alone for minstrel art and flfei
Seek not that gift in deeds OF yole .uis
Which Western scenes may 0e''
Sweet Fancy here delighted foVs We
And ne'er could poet be more uS 81
Than wandering mid the fowely ia /
That crown our loved and loVeH
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