New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-08-12
NEw-YORK TRIBUNE.
Prom the Dublin Nation.
THE PILGRIMS

Prom the Dublin Nation
THE PILGRIMS
SEs yonder little lowly hut
Begir with fields Of fresh nown hay
Whose friendly doorway, never shut,
Invites the passing beams 70 stay
Upon Us roOfthe wall flower blooms
With fragrant lp aud tawny skin
And through the porch the pea perfumes
The cooling breeze that enters 10
II.
Sweet scented. pesrly hawthorn boughs
Are in the hedges all around
Sweet. milky, fragrant. gentle cows
Are grazing o er the dewy ground
The rich laburnum's golden hair
erhangs the liiachs purple cheeh,
While, stealing through the twilight &n,
Their hives the honey Pionde'e''
Ill
With iondest thoughts and heertsPu"
Joy weaves around bis magic WOOL
For Love first sweetest moonlight 'ee'"'
Above this lowry cottage rOoi
What need we tell how owen sgne1'
And Norah felt she knew not "hst
Enough that seated side by sac
They share this little lowly cot
Az thus beneath willing cham
Their captive hearts exulIiDg bound
Two pilgrims from the distant PLAIN
Come quickly O er the messy ground;
One is a Boy, with locks OF gold
Thick curling round his face 50 ialr--
The other Pilgrim, stern and old,
Has snowy beard aud silver hair
The youth with many merry tnck
Goes singing on nis careless way
His old companion walks as quick,
But speaks no word by night or DAY
Where er the Old Man tesds tile grass
Fast fadeth with a certain doom
But when the besuteous Boy doth pass
Unnumbered flowers are seen 10 bloom
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And thus before the Sage the Boy
Trips lightly DER the blooming lands
And proudly bears--a pretty toy
A crystal glass with diamond sands
A smile 0 er any brow would pass
To see him irolic in the sun
To see him shake the crystal glass
And make the sands more quickly run
VII.
And now they leap the streamet Ger
A silver thread so white and thin
And now they reach the open door
And now they lightly enter in -
"God save all here that kind wish ines
Still sweeter from his lips so sweet
God save you kindly Norah cries
"Sit down, my child, and rest and eat
VIII.
Thanks. gentle Norah. fair and good
We II rest awhile our weary feet
But tn oueh this old man needeth food.
There 3 nothing here that he can eat
His taste is strange-he eats alone,
Beneath some ruined cloisters cope,
Or on some lettering turrets stone,
While ] can only live on--Hope
IN.
"A week ago, ere you were we'd
Ii was the very night before
Upon 80 many sweets fed
While passing by your mothers door
twas that dear, delicious hour,
When Owen here the nOsegay brought,
And found yoa in the woOdbine bower
Since then, indeed, I've needed nought.
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A blush steals over Norab's face.
A smile comes over Owens brow,
A tranquil joy illumes the place,
As ii the moon were shining now
The Boy behOlds the pleasing pam,
The sweet confusion he had done.
And shakes the crystal glass again,
And makes the sands more quickly run.
Il
q Dear Norah, we are pilgrims, bound
Upon an endless path sublime;
We pace the green earth round snd round,
And mortals call us LOVE- and TIME.
He seeks the many the few
dwell with peasants-he with kings,
We seldom meet but when we do
take his glass aud he my wings.
MI.
And thus together ON we 90,
Where or i chance or wish to lead.
And Time, whose lonely steps are slow,
Now sweeps along with lightning speed.
Now on our bright predestIned way
We must to other regions pass
But take this gift, and night and day
Look well upon its truthful glass.
XIII.
e. How quick or slow the bright sands fall,
Is hid from those who love, alone,
IL Won can see them move at ALL
Be sure your heart has colder grown
'Tis coldness makes the glass grow dry.
The lev hand the freezing brow,
But warm the heart and breathe the sigh
And then they Il pass you know not how
Xiv.
She took the glass where Loves warm hands
bright impervious vaPor cast
She looks but cannot see the sands,
Although she feels they re falling fast
But cold hours came and then, alas
She saw them falling frozen through,
Till Loves warm light sunused the glass.
And hid the loos ming sands from view
DESMOND.