Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1848-04-20

All, Acetina is the shsdn,v's life: brief rs the
dream of chrysalis
Seldom the shadows lives from rosy orient till
gorgeous eve; born at the coming of the god, to
enter the gloomy realms of night at his depar-
ture.
0, awful night why must we peaceful shades,
who were the companions of sunbeams why
must we wander beneath the chill darkness OF
thy boundless wings, over the scenes we loved
when we were glad and young
Why dost thou detain us when we would
speed to the bosom of our father, the glorious
sun, whose golden beams lighted us to life who
sorroweth for his children
Brief are our moments as the sweetness Of the
flower by the silent river side: the waves come
and the breezes, and bear it away with fond en-
braces but it is dissipated they know not how.
The waves roll on forgetful and the wanton
breezes sing no elegy.
Far, far towards the setting of my father, on
the bosom of a gentle zephyr borne, a cloud of
white immaculate, in rolling, variant folds, my
mother was sailing in the pure blue concave.
With fervent rays my father looked upon her,
and her every swelling convolution was clothed
in crimson, and gold and violet, and my mother
was passing beautiful in the light of my father.
Under the warmth of his large eyes, the
zephyr breathed the faint odors gathered from a
thousand sweet wild flowers and ceased to move /;
and my mother was still under his ardent gaze,
and in the fullness of her heart and great JOY
her child, was born on earth
o, the beautiful earth how delightful it SEEM
ed TO me | sprang into being my mother,
how graceful and glorious in the middle air =
And my great father so splendid | was too
timid to look up to him. and hid me beneath the
broad folds of my mother, tinged with gorgeous
light.
Then away we sailed away with the sweet
west wind toward my father who rose higher
in his calm blue sky.
Many were the fair clouds, but none so beau
tiful as my mother, and many the pleasant shad-
ows in our company
Away we swept over the blue hills and the
quiet wales now speeding by rugged mountains,
now sailing over wide prairies broken with ma
ny fields of scarlet and sweet scented yellow
flowers.
Often stayed we to kiss some lovely aoweret /;
the long green grass waving in the wind bent
their tall heads to show us, as we foated by
Often when we encountered forest of the
old giant trees they would bend their huge gnarl-
ed arms, and whisper us to stay; but their home
was too gloomy, their music too sad for us, and
we fled swiftly by.
The tiny rivulet prattled merrily to us while
we danced on its murmurous waves; and merri-
Nv we followed its winding course, until its
laughter was lost in the great river; we MOURN
ed for the gay streamlet, for the river ran turbid
and angrily.
Onward, onward we flew, leaving my birth
place far behind.
Then came we to placid lake, girt round
about " it'll lofty trees and fragrant shrubbery -
A thousand streams babbled on pebbly beds, and
the music Of their falling In the deep lymph
seemed but to make the pervading silence trem-
uous
This exquisite repose won me and my gentle
mother, so that she hayered over il, while |
skinned the pellucid wave, from where the
smooth and shelving grass grown shore entered
the sunlit-deeps, to the shady banks that lay to-
wards morning.