The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-09-29
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LITERARY EXAMINER
NY Chiidbeod's Thought.

Ny Chiidbeod's Thousht.
Three fields beyond our dweling.place, lin
pid streamlet foweth,
From spring head EDWARDS ! have traced IL
wheresoe'er It goeth;
used to idle on the banks, and childishly to
ponder
Der that rivers shining course with pleasant
awe and wonder,
Arranging in my secret mind creed OF mys-
tic birth
That Elm river was type Of my own doom
on earth.
And 80 from springfield 10 the vale where
many waters meet,
learnt the story page by page, and other les
sons sweet.
Where the yielding greenest moss gathers DER
the rounded rocks
cts the shepherds favorite rest, crock in hand,
TO watch their fOcks),
There amid the scented thyme, fern, and hys-
cinthins bells,
Forth hundred ripples gush on Howery paths
TO distant dells;
Mid this wsste of summer sweets, mark a fcs-
tering hand is near,
And a marble basin fair receives some falling
diamonds here;
Thence again, mid beds Of roses, sporting, toy
ing on It's way,
Where a classic temple Graves mirrored grace
nnd iond delay,
Needless on the water runnetn, wide meth, ano
will not stay;
Tasteful bowers are left behind, grand and fes-
tai scenes are Ger,
And TIRE springfield murmurs fade, bids adieu
for evermOre.
Msrrily the slreamlet hOweth, hidden under
archwsys drear,
Merrily il fowsth through ruins dim and sights
OF fear;
It's young and ssucy streamlet frOlickings so
lightly by,
With its surface all unruffled, cen though win
try breezes sigh;
Gliding on Irabsparently with a murmuriDg
song forever,
Looking not to the right or Ieft-oh, It was a
careless river.
Through the sheltered pasture-f fields, winding
in and winding out,
How tae frisking waters ran, hereabout and
theresbout!
OLD Oak-rOOt' and ivy leaves, cOwslip beds and
violet banks,
Washing o er, and now and then foaming up
aud PlayiE Pranks.
Twas idle, rowing life; but the dancing days
were done,
When graVeT work was found from the dawn
10 set Of sun;
and the noisy miil-wheel turning, whisp cred to
the busy water
Thy proud heart is humbled now, dainty, fool
ish, idle daughter"
Useful days aud dreamless nights I'll m thine
appointed race,
While the stars reflected shine on the mil-pool's
placid face.
But stars shone on the other side of that clever
talking mill,
and the holy moonbeams fell not alone on
waters still.
Darling forward with a power they had neyel
known before,
Swiftly onward now they flew escaping from
the prison door;
Flowery meads and gardens trim were as Ihougl
they ne er had been,
DaTksome cepihs, and raging foam, and split.
ting rocks made up the scene.
There is deep and dread abyss; and into il th,
water leaps
a silver thread oiveTging ere the furious cur
rent madiy sweeps;
shrank TO hear the distant roar Of the tumb
ling waters wild,
prayed no wanderer forloFn along that wa
might Be beguiled,
Bat follow BY the silver thread TO pastures fai
where nature smiled.
Straight and narrow is the stream, the humbl,
stream is known TO few,
Il leads 70 woodland solitudes, and bids tht
heartless crowds aGieu;
Straight and narrow, pure and deep-onwards
onwards calmly gliding
Oceans mighty bosom tins, and many silve
streamieis hiding C.. A. NJ W.