Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1847-01-07

STILL in sooth, our tasks we seldom tried
When the stranger seemed TO mark our play,
Some Of us were joyous. some sad hearted,
remember well,--too well--ihat day
O.ientInes the tears unbidden started, -
Would not stay,
When the stranger seemed to mark our play.
When we cautiously adven,nred nigh,
We could see iheirips with anguish culver;
Yet no word he Uttered, but his eye
Seemed in mourntul converse with the river
Murnurrng BY.
When we cautiously advenlured nigh.
One sweet spiri, broke the silen, spell
All 10 me her aalne was always heaven -
she besought him all his grief 10 tell
q was then thirteen, and she cleven.)
IsAHELl
One sweet spirit broke the spell.
Softly asked she with voice divine,
Why so lonely hast thou wandered hither;
Hast no mother come with me to mine;
There's our cottage, let ne lead thee ihther;
Why repinc.
Softly asked she with a voice divine.
Angel said he, sadly, am old;
Earthly hope no longer hath n morrow,
Yet. why sit here thou shalt be ,old,--
Then hrs aye betrayed pearl Of sorrow.-
Down it rolled
Angel, said he, sadly, lam old
| have touercd here TO look once more
On the pleasant scene where delighted
In the careless. happy days ofyore.
Ere the garden OF my heart was blighted:
To the core!
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All tho picture new TO me how dear
Fen this greHold rock where am seated,
Is a.jewel worth my journey;
All, that such a scene must be completed
With a tear!
All the picture now 10 me how dear.
Old stone School House lit is still the same!
There's the very step so Oft mounted,
There's the window creaking in its frame,
And the notchcs that cut and counted
For the game;
Old stone School House II is still the same,
In the cottage, yonder, was born =
Long my hsppy home-the humble dwell
lng
There the field Of clover, wheat, and corn,
There thespring with hmpedncc,ar swelling;
An, forlornl
In the cottage, yonder, was born.
Those two gate. Way sycsmores you see.
Then Were planted. just so far aspnder
That long well pole from the path 10 nee,
And the wagon 10 pass safely under -
Ninety trree'
Those two gate way sycamores you see!
There the orchard where we used TO climb
When nv mates and were boys together,
Thinking nothing of the fight of time,
Fearing naught but work and rainy weather;
Past its prime!
There's the orchard where we used TO climb!
There's the rude three-cornercd chestnut rails,
Round the pasture where the cows were
grazing,
Where. SO sly, | used to watch for quails
In the crops fbuckwhcatwe were raising
Traps and trails
Yhgre. the rude, three-comered chestnut rails.
How in summer have traced that stream,
There through NEED and woodland sweetly
gliding,
Luring simple trout with many scheme
From some nook where have found them
hiding;
All dream:
How in summer have traced that stream.
There's the mill that ground our yellow grain,
Pond. and river still Serenely fowing
Cot, there nesting in the shaded lane,
Where the lilly ofmy heart was blowing
MARY JANE!
There's the mill that ground our yellow grain
There's the gale on which used to swing,
Brook, and bridge, and barn, and old red
stable
But alas no more the morn shall bring
That dear group around my fathers table =
Taken wing!
There's the gate on which used 10 swing
am fleeing all | loved ere fled;
Yon green meadow was our place for play
ing;
Thu, old tree can tell Of sweet things said.
When round il Jane and were straying:
She is dead!
am fleeing all | loved are fled
Yon white spirc-a pencil on the sky,
Tracing silently LIES changeiul story
So familiar with ny dim cd eye,
Points me TO seven that are now IN glory
There on high!
Yon white spire--a pencil on the sky!
On the aisle of that old church we trod,
ArulUtu ttlikilti Wy az
Now she sleeps beneath It's sacred sod,-
Sire and sisters, and my little brother
Gone 10 God!
of the aisle Of that old church we trod!
There heard Of Wisdom's pleasant ways,
Bless the holy lesson but, ah, never
Shall hear again those soags OF praise
Those sweet voices, silent now forever
Peaceful days!
There heard Of Wisdom's pleasant ways.
There my Mary blest me with her hand,
When our souls drank in the nuptlal bles-
sing,
Ere we wandered to that distant land
Now, alas her gentle bosom pressing;
There stand
The e my Mary best me with her hand
have come TO see that grave once more,
And the sacred place where we delighted,
Where we worshipped m the days Of yoTe,
Ere the garden Of my heart was blishted
To the core
| hayq come to see that grave once more