Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1848-06-30
A RURAL sKETC H.


And the burrows all 10 mutely pleading,
Age, and care
Seemed it pitiul he should sit there.
II summer and we went to school.
Dapper country lads, and little maidens,
Tau lht the motto Of the Ounces Stool"
Its grave import still my fancy ladens,
Heres a fool !"
1t summer and we went to school.
Still. in south, our tasks VIC seldom tried;
Sportivc pastimes only worth our earningi
But we listened when the old man sighed,
And that lesson to our hearts went burning
Aud we cried!
Still, in soo;h, our tasks seldom tried.
When the stranger seemed to mark our play,
(Sone of us were joyous, some sad hcaried,l
| remember well-too well that day
Oitentmes the tear unbidden started
Would not stay,
When the stranger seemed to mark our play.
When we cautiously adyentured nigh
We could see his lip with anguish quiverj
Yet no word he uttered, but his eye
Seemed in mourninl converse with the river
Murmuring by,
When VIC cautiously adyen,ured nigh.
One sweet spirit broke the silent spell
All to me her name was always heaven
She besought him all his grief to tell
Il was thirteen and che eleyen,l
Isabel!
Onc sweet spirit broke the silent spell
soitly asked she with voice divine,
why so lonely has thou wandered hither
Hast no mother come with me to minei
There's our cottage let me lead thee hther;
Why repne
Softly asked she with voice divine
Angel, said he sadly am old
Earthly hope no longer hath morrow,
Yet why sit here thou shalt be told,
Then his eye BETRAYED pearl OF sorrow-
Down IL rolled.
Angel, said he sadly, am old
have tottered here to look once more
On the pleasant scenes where delighted
In the careless, happy days Of yore,
Ere the garden Of ny heart isa tN was hllsh'ed
| have tottercd here to look more.
Al, the picture now to me how dear
Zen this grey old rock where | am seated
Seems jewel worth my journey herej
All, that such must be completed
With tear
All the picture to me so dear.
| Old Stone School-housc lit is still the same
There's the very step oft I mounted!
There's the window creakng in its frame,
And the notcbes that cut and counted
For the game.
Old Stone Schoo-house lit 10 still the came!
In the cottage yonder, I was borni
Long my happy bome--that humble dwelingi
There the fields Of clover wheat and corn,
All, forlorn!-
| In the cottage yonder, was born
Those two gateway sycamores you sec,
Then were plan,el, jus; so far asunderj
That long wel-pole from the path so free,
| And the wagon to pass safely undcri
Ninety three
Those two gateway sycalnores you see!
There's the orchard where We used to climb,
| When INV mates and were boys together,
ftTAa- ~ ..rs l.n t..l,0 If frua
Fearing nothing but work and rainy weather.
Past its prime
There's the orchard where We used TO climb
There The rude three-corne red chestnut rails,
1 Round the pasture where the hocks were grain
Where so sly used to watch for quai.s,
In the crops of buckwheat VIC were raising
Traps and trails
There the rude three-coTneTed chestnut rails.
How in summer have traced that stream,
There thro' mead and woodland swcetly gliding
Lurng simple trout with many scheme
From some nook where have found them hidir
All dream:
How in summer have traced that stream.
There's the mill that ground our yellow gTainj
Pond and river still serenely howngj
Cot. there nesting in the shaded lane,
Where the lily Of ny heart art. was blowing
/ There's the mill that ground our yellow grain
Brook and bridge and barn and old red stable
. But alas the morn no more shall bring,
+ That dear group around u fathers table
v Taken wing
There's the gate on which used to swing.
= | am feeing-all loved are fed;
: Yon green meadow place for playing
That old tree can tell of sweet things said,
Z When Jane and were strayingi
She is dead
II | am fleeing all I loved fled
Yon white spre--a pencil on the sky
l. Tracing silently LIES changeful story,
o So familiar to my dim old eye,
Points me to seven that are now In glory
+ There on high
Yon white spire, pencil on the sky.
4 on the aisle Of that old church we trod,
Guided thither by an angel mother,
Now she sleeps beneath its sacred sod
Sire and sisters, and my little brother
Gone TO God.
on the aisle of that old church We trod
=. There heard Of VISIONS pleasant ways,
Bless the holy lesson but, ali, never
Shall hear again those songs OF praise
3, Those sweet voices, silent now forever
Peaceful days
There heard Of Wisdoms pleasant ways
- There my Mary best me with her hand,
=" When our souls drank in the nuptal blessing,
y, Ere she fastened to the spirit andj
IRE Yonder turf her gentle bosom pressing
Broken band
'si There my Mary blessed me with her hand
! Ihave come to see that grave more,
And the sacred place where We delighted,
Where we worshiped in the days Of yore,
Ere the garden of my heart was blighted
To the core
sir have come to that grave once more,
HAPPY, ere the verdure there shall fade
/, all whitening with years, shall perishj
L.. With my Mary may there be laid,
MS Join foreyeT-al the wish cherish
Her dear shade
HAPPY ere the yerduse there shall fade!
al. Angel, said he, sadly, am old
" Earthly hope no longer hath morrow
eIe Now why sit here thou hast been told
ny In his eye another pearl Of SORROW
ted Down II rolled!
rks Angel, said he, sadly, am old
''' BY the way-sidc, on a NOISY stone,
Sat the hoary pilgrim, sadly musing
=, Still marked him sitting there alone,
loo All the landscape like page Persingi
Poor unknown,
GR BY the way-side, on NOISY stone.