The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-04-03

But never. never, can forget <5srj
Y !, The luve o. lifes young day! n
ia The fire that . blawn at Baltape cen ?.
asso May weei be black gin yule; rHao. Q +
. But bfaeker fa' awaits the heart, (.
Where first fond luve grows cule. a.,
Oh, dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
80. go The thochts O. by-gone years, y, .s,,t I,,
"a Still fling their shadows over my path,
asssaa And blind my cen with tears; H
e'f They blind my cen wi saut, saut tears,
-, And sair and sick pine. ..,s 81,
As memory Idly summons up jtsl
% The blythe blinks O. lang syne4
Twas then we luv'd ilk ither weel, g,1
4 Twas then we twa did part, isoa ,F
Sweet tlme-sad time, twa BARNS at scule,
Twa BARNS and but ae heart! -.l. ..r
IL Twas when we sat on ae laigh blink,
-5a-, To leir ilk ither lear,
e And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed,
Remembered ever mair. '..1 i. III
&c wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, 'a ''''.' .a'
When setting on that blink, .+.-.
Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked to loof,
What our wee heads could think! '
When both bent down over ae braid page,
WI ae bulk on our knee,
81 Thy lips were on thy lesson, but rg
ss My lesson was in thee. ..efa,l lsrE
=. Oh, mind ye how we hung our heads, q,
.gs How cheeks brent red wi shame, i0
Whene'er the scule weans laughin' said F-
,'T We cleck'd thegither hame'
And mind ye O. the Saturdays, ,.
y. (The scule then scailt at noon,) o. a a..
e When we ran aft to speel the braes,
The broomy braes O. June!
My head rims round and round about,
hsi My heart flows like the sea, ' "
.7 As ane by ane the thochts rush back .
o. scule time and O. thee ... ....
b o! mornin' life! o! mornn' luve!
sEt o! lichtsome days and lang,
When hinnie hopes around our hearts,
Like simmer blossoms sprang! .
o, mind ye, luve, how aft we left
The deavin dinsome town,
To wander by the greenburn side,
@~''' And hear its waters Groom?
The simmer leaves hung over our heads,
The flowers burst round our feet, ....
= And in the gloamin' o. the wood, e.
81 The throssil whusslit sweet; I'd.
: The throssil whusslit in the wood, 49,
81 The burn sang in the trees, -a F.
And we WI natures heart in tone,
Concerted harmonies; .. .. ....,... r.
ss And on the knowe above the burn, aa,.s
a. For hours thegither sat, o. "
In the silentless o. joy, till bath --
WI very gladness graf.
eaAy, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison. F'
Tears trinkled down your cheek, ..
Like dew beads on rose, yet name
Fl Had ony power to speak;
r That was time-a blessed time
When hearts were fresh and young
When freely gushed all feeling forth,
eel Unsy ylabled-unsung!
Imarvel, Jeanie Morrison,
Gin hae been to thee,
- As closely twined wi earliest thochts,
As ye hae been to me'
tlO Oh tell me gin their music fills SIS
"a Thine ear, as it does mine;
Oh say GIN ere your heart grows grit
With dreamings o. lang syne'
I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
I've borne weary lot, ..-.eH.. ..
9 But in my wanderings far and near, '
ttia Ye never were forgot;
The fount that first burst frae this heart,
Still travels on its way, r... ...
And channels deeper as it rims, '.'~
The luye o. life's young day. t.
Oh dear, dear Jeanie Morrison,
Since we were sundered young,
I've never seen your face, nor heard
, The music O. your tongue!
But could hug all wretchedness,
And happy could I die, ...-..
Did but ken your heart still dreamed.
"a o. by-gone days and me!
MAeNANiMITY,-When the Emperor
Vespasian commanded ia Roman sena-
tor to give his voice against the inter-
ests of his country, and threatened death
if he spoke on the other side. the Roman,
conscious that the attempt to serve the
people was in his power, though the
event was ever so uncertain, answered
with a smile: . s.s,..s --ul 2. ..
add ever tell you that I was immor-
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