Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1848-05-23
For he spltIt Of Ir IIstEpn
MY LAST VISIT F0slIA WTkIoEsN GROVE,

Or, I'M Grddes, faiker
My early YOUTH =! gS g e V Y ssg
Days and years. hdl.s fiItte9 y.
And friendk nrc n1ntere,t IS ~ Siis dead.
o memory dear, Omemf Fgetear,
or those sweet days that have passed.
WHY ART lhOu troubled when see
Tie names of those whom death hath cIas?cd.
My hayward youth, my hayward youth.
Scenes Of the nast thar now are gone
II NV bright and dear thy memDTY "a
How changed the scenes where was born.
Oh YES. low chunged-Oh yes, how changed
Is that green spot and ..yOn LONE hIs
MsEs LIS s E!'4 as .. smile.
why is it then, why is it then,
That strangers weep or smile to sec
That little spot where sages rest
That cannot he forgot by me
Oh Time. Oh Time! thy stern hnnd
Thou still wi!t WELD without con,rOl,s
Aud give n warning voice 10 ull, =
Like that feel within my soul.
The silent tomb! tho silent tomb!
That speaks 50 iord without word,
Warns all of what they soon shall be;
Eut yet that warnings never heard
Oh days of pleasure, days Of pleasure
Once in sport wandered here:
Now view the change that Time has wrought
Say who could brook without tear!,
The cherished name, the cherished name,
or my dear FNlkrr-he who sleeps
Where Lilies of tie Valley bloom
When that dear sister loved by Inn,
In her Young grave in siirnce lain,
Would grieve To know her early death
Had rent my bleeding heart i'll twain.
Where sleeps those brothers God Inns called,
From manhOnd afl from early youth
To feel the will Of his design,
To know and feel The ways Of truth
III cherish sill thy memories dear,
"a cherished long thy name shall be,
Till DEATHS cold hand has chilled my brow.
Thy memories shall mol fall from me.
But fare thee well, my breeding heart,
Can hardly brook the sight see
But If all is peace. beyond the grave,
Why should wish thee back will. me;
The bright example thou last been,
Shall be my future guide alone,
rs polar Stars upon the main.
as lightning o eT my pathway thrown.
Farewell, farewell. long farewell.
To that sv Gel vale and Hawthorn Grove.
Tic bright elyslum Of my youth,
Where pleasure met my infant TOVei
farewell companions UGIny youth,
" no rrcd your cLiIdhood's paths with the,
Who lies TUbtG in silent death,
Whose face would, but Cannot sees
Farewell, farewell, last farewell,
To y"n pale green enclosure there,
Where cold white marble decks the mound,
Where Oft my mother kneIt in prayer,
While her sprightiy prnttlinI boy,
That sIrueG to pluck the roses by.
The grass thai decked my fathers grave,
Was Mutercd b. her weeping eye.
How long. how long, ill forget, -
That silent requiurn hreatlied IN GTayer,,
or lin who slept in silence there's
. yes how happy would i, be-
To my dear father now i'll EeaTcn,
TO know he yet possessed the heart.
OF her 10 whom lis love was given.
How hnpry, happy would lie be,
TUknUw the sweet devotion yet,
or that fair soul who hreaihcd tho love,
That never, never can forget;
On that sweet marion OF my prlGeS
Who's, heritage I'm proud 10 be.
And hope to heaven, tia; while live
Her virtues be cHtailcd on me-.
Farewell! sweet lomes, aud !,a"t thorn grove,
Where frs! drew my infant BREATH
Inow resign thy pleasures dear,
AS friends resign themselves 10 death;
And if through !ife's cold dTcary path,
My warmest friend should TCCre"nt he.
III mourn the loss of that dear friend,
In a long, a last farewell to thee. u ).
May IS, 1913.