New-York daily tribune., 1845-05-17
THE TRIBUNE.

The IRIBUNE.
From the American Review for May.
oLD.....BI REV. RALPH HoIT.
BY tue way.slde, on mossy stone,
Sat hoary pilgrim sadly muslng;
OF, | marked him sitting there alone,
All the landscape like a page peruslng;
Poor, unknown,-
BY the way-slde, on d mossy stone.
Bucked knee and shoe, and broad-rlmmed hat,
Coat as ancient as the form twas folding,
Silver buttons, queue, and crimped cravat,
OAken slnf, his feeble hand upholding,
There he sat!
Buckled knee and shoe, and broad-rmmcd hat
Seemed il pitiful he should sit there,
No one sympathlsins, no one needing,
None TO love him for his thin grey hair,
And the turTows all so muely pleading,
Age, and care:
Seemed il pitiful he should SIT there.
|. was Summer, and we went 10 school,
Dapper country lads and little maldens.
Taught the motto OF The Ounces Stoo,''-
lls grave import still my fancy ladens,--
HERE S Fool 20
Il was Summer, and we went 10 school.
When the stranger seemed to mark our play,
Some OF ue were Joyous, some sad hearted,
remember vel, loo well that day.
OitenliInes the tears uubidden started
Would not stay
When the stranger seemed TO mark our play.
One sweet spirit broke the silent spell
An to me her name was always heaven -
She besought him all his grief to tell
q was then thirteen, and she eleven,)
ISABEL!
One swee, spirit broke the silent spell.
ANGEL. said he, sadly, am old;
Earthly hope no longer hath morrow,
Yet, why sit | here thou shalt be told,-
Then his eye betrayed pearl OF sorrow,-
Down it rolled
Angel said he, sadly, am old!
have totered here TO look once more
On the pleasant scene where delighted
In the careless, happy days OF yore,
Ere the garden OF my heart was blishted:--
To the core.
! have loitered here 10 look once more
All the picture now to me how dear!
Fen this grey old rock where am seated,
Is jewel worth my journey here;
All, that such scene must be completed
With tear!
All the picture now to me how dear!
Old stone School House lit is still the same!
There S the very step so oft mounted:
There 's the window creaklng in It's frame,
And the notches that cut and counted
For the game
Old stonc School-Rouse lit is Still The sdlHc.
In the cottage, yonder, was born )
Loag nv happy hOme--tllat humble dwelling -
There the fields OF clover, wheat, aid corn,
There the spring with limpid nectar swelling;
All, forlorn!
In the cottage, yonder, was born.
Those two gateway sycamores you see,
Then were planted, just go tar asunder
That long welIpole from The path to free,
And the wagon TO pass safely under =
Ninety three
Those two gateway sycdmores you see.
There 's the orchard where we used to climb
When my mates and were boys tegetber,
Thinking nothing of the flight OF time,
Fearing uaught but work and rainy wea'her;
Past its prime
There g the orchard where VIC used 10 climb
There, the rude, thrce.cornersG chctnut rails,
Round the pasture where the cowswere grazing,
Where, so sly, used to watch tor quais
In the crops OF bHckwheat we were raising
Traps and trails
There, the rude, three cornered chestnut rails
There 5 the mill that ground our yellow grain;
Pond, and river still serenely flowing;
Cot. there nesting in the shaded lahe.
Where the lily of my heart was blowing
MARY JANE!
There's the mill that ground our yellow grain,
There's the gate on which used to s,"lng.
Brook, aud bridge, and barn, aud old red stable:
But alas, no more the morn shall bring
That dear group around my fathers table,
Taken WING =
There 3 the gate on which used 10 swing,
lam feejng.-all loved are fled
Yon green meadow wOs our place for playing !;
That old tree can tell of sweet things said,
When round il Jane and were e.rayins =
She is dead!
lam fleeing all loved are fed
Yon white spre-a pencil on the, sky,
Tracing silently life's changetul story
So familiar with my dim old eye.
Points me 10 seven thai are now III si"iy
There on high!
Yonwh spire, pencil on the SKY
Oh the aisle of that old church we tod,
Guided thrher by an angel mother;
Now she sleeps beneath lis sacred sod
Sire and sisters, and my li''ie BROTHER
Gone 10 God
Oft the aisle of that old church we trod
There my Mary blcst nc with her hand,
When our souls drank IN the nupuai blessing,
Ere we wandered TO that distant land
Now, alas her gentle bosom pressing =
There ! stand
There my Mary blest me with her hand
Angel, said he, sadly, am old
Early hope no longer hath morrow
Now, why SIT here thon hast been told;-
In hi. eye another pearl of sorrow,--
Down il rolled
Angel, said ne, sadly, | am old.
By the way side, on mossy stone,
ss, the hoary pilgrim, sadly muslns;
Stll marked hun, sitting there alonc,
All The landscape, like page, PcruSlnsi
Poor, unknown,
By the way-side, on mossy stone.
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