Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1849-09-10

POLITICAL.


he Town Chile and the Country Child.
ny ALLAN euNNiNeHAM.
Child of the Country, fea IN air
Art thou. and NJ thu sunshine t,if;
Born like the lily. where lha dew
Lies odafous when tina day ia p.w;
Fed. 'mid lie Nav lowers. like the beo,
Nurs'd 10 sweet music on the knee,
Iulled on the breast 10 that glad tune
Which winds make 'mong tho woods Of June.
| sing of lhee--'t,s sweet n sing
OF such fair and gadsomc thing.
Chlld Of thu Town. for thee sigh;
glldud roofs thy golden sky
A carpe, ia thy daisied sod
A narrow street thy bundles road
Thy rushing deef's the clatietlng tramp
ot wschmen thy best lights lamp
Through smoke. and nol through trllisod vines
And blooming trees. thy sunbeam shines.
sing Of thee III sadn.ss; where
Else Is wrock wrought in augh, So iaiti
Child Of the Country thy small feet
Tread On straw berries red and sweet:
With thee wander Forth 10 SEQ
The flowers which most delight thu hee;
The bush DER which The ll,fos,lc sang,
In April. while she nurs.d her young;
The den beneath Tho sue thorn where
She bred her twins. tho timornus hare:
The knoll wrought o'et with wild blue hell,
Where brown bees build their hamy calls,
The greenwood sifesm, the shady pool,
Where trons leap when thu day is cool;
The shllil's nest. that seems 10 ~
A patton of the shelrring tree;
And other matyrls which my verso
Can Mud no la gnage 10 reheaIse.
Child Of the Town, fr hee alaI
Glad Nature spreads nor i,aets nnf grass;
Buds build ~ nests, nor IN the sun
Glad streams c"me slnYi Z ~ they run:
A Maypoe is th, hlossomed lrc..
beetle Is thy mnrmurIng bee;
Thy bird Is Gagged. The dove /. where
The nlterer dwells beside Thy hare
Thy truil is pucked. and by thu pound.
llawhed elamotous all the city around,
No roses. tnn-bofn on The STALK.
Perfume thee IN thy evening walk;
No voice Of brds-but 10 thee conea
The maeled din III ears and dmms.
And startling crles such as nfe ilc
When vine aud Massal waken strife
Child nf the Country! On tie lawn
| ace thee like tho bounding fswn;
Blhe a. the bird which tries its wing
The first llme on the winds If Spring;
Bright ma the sun. when from the cloud
lie comes. as c. cks are craving loud;
Now running. shonilng, 'nid sunbrams,
Nnw cropping trnnts IN lucid streams,
Now spinning like mill wheel round.
Now huni'g Echo's emp,y sound.
Now climbing up some old tree.
For climbing sake. 'Tis sweet Ia tbco
To sit where birds can sill nl,no,
Or share with thee thy venluous throne.
Child of The Tnwn and bus,lng street.
" hat woes and snares await thy Get!
Thy paths are paved for five long miles.
Thy groves and hills are peaks and tiles;
Thy fragrant air is ynn thick smoke
Which shruuds thee like mourning cloak;
Aud huu art cabioed and confined
At once from sun nnd dew aud wind
Or sci thy tol,erlng feet but on
Thy heightened walks Of slippery stone;
The cOachman there cafeerinp reels
With gnadeJ s'eeds and maddening wheels;
While flushed with wine aud stuna at play,
Men rush from darkness into day:
The streams too strong for thy small bark,
There nought can sail save what is STARK.
Fly from the Town, sweet childl for heskh
j. happiness, and strength and wealth;
There Is n lesson In each ,weI,
A story IN each stream and bower;
On every herb on which You tread.
Arc written words which. rightly read
W III lead you from earlhs fragrant sod,
To hope, and holiness. and God.