Columbus Democrat. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-18??, 1849-12-08
AFAR IN THE DESERT.

AFAR IN THE DESERT.
rOf the following poem, by the late Thomas Prin
gle. Scolehman, who lived several years on the
border Of the British Colony Of the Cape of Coco
Hooe and who wrote it in reference to the Desert il
that part Of the world the celebrated Coerdge says
~ do not hesitate to declare i; among the two OF
three most perfect lyric poems in our language
Alar in the Desert love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone BY my side;
When the sorrows Of life the soul o'ercast,
And, sick Of the Present, cling to the Past;
When the eye is sufIused with regretful tears,
From the fond recollections Of former years;
And shadows OF things that have long since fled,
Fit over the BRAIN like ghosts of the dead
Bright visions Of glory-that vanished too soon;
Day-dreams-that departed ere msnhoods noon;
Auachments-by fate or by talsehood reit
Companions Of early days--lost or left;
And ms native land--whose magical name
Thrills to the heart like electric fame.
The home OF my childhood; the haunts OF my prime
All the passions and scenes Of that rapturous time
When the feelings were young and the world was
pcw
Like the fresh bowers Of Eden unfolding to view
All-~all nov gotten--.orgone
And | d ooc exile remembered by none
Ny high aims Abandoned good acts undone--
Aweary Of all that is under the sun
With that sadness Of heart which no stranger may
scan,
fy to the Desert aar from nan
Afr in the Desert love to ride,
With the silent Bushboy alone BY my side:
When the wild turmoil OF this wearsome lie,
With its scenes ooppresson, corruption, and strife
The proud mans frown, and the base mans iear,--
The scolner's laugh and the sufferers ear,--
Ani malice, and meanness, and lasehood, and folly
Dispose the 10 nusng and dark melancholy,
When my bosom is full and my thoughts are high
AMI my soul is sick with the bondsman's sigh
Oh then there il freedom, and Joy, AMI pride,
liar IN the Desert alone to ride
There is rapture to vault on the champing stecd,
And to bound away with the eagles speed,
With the death fraught tre-ock in my hand
The only law Of the Desert Land!
Aar / | the Desert love to ride,
Wththc silent Bush.boy alone by my side
Anyway from the dwt llings oil men,
BY the wild deer's haunt, by the buffalo's glen
by valleys remote where orib plays,
Where the gnu the gazee and the heartbeest Craze,
And the kudu and Gland unhaunted reclinc
by the skirts ofgrey forests oe.hung with wild vine
Where the elephant browses at peace in his wood
And the river horse gambols unscared in the flood,
And the mighty rhinoceros wallows at will
In the fen where the wild ass is drinking his fill.
Afar in the Desert love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone BY my side;
Ger the brown Karreo, whore the aeeting cry
OF the springboks tawn sounds plaintively;
And the timorous quagga's shrill whistlipg neigh
Is heard from the fountain at twilight grey;
Where the zebra wontonly losses his name,
With wild hoof securing the desolate plain;
And the aeet-footed ostrich over the waste
Speeds like horsemah who travels in haste,
Hieng away to the home Of her rest,
Where she and her mate have scooped their nest,
Far hid from the ptiless plunderers view
In the painless depths Of the parched Karroo.
Atar in the Desert love TO ride,
With the silent Bushboy alone BY my side;
Away--away--in the wilderness vast,
Where the white mans foot hath never passed,
And the quiveted Coranna or Bachuan
Hath rarely crossed with his rowing clan
Aregion Of emptiness, bowling and drear,
Which man hath abandoned from famine and fear;
Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone,
With twilight bat from the yawning stone;
Where grass, nor herb, nor shrub takes root,
Save poisonous thorns that pierce the foot;
And the bitter melon, for food and drink,
Is the pilgrims fare by the salt lakes brink:
A region Of drought. where no river glides,
Nor ripping brook with osesed sides;
Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount,
Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount,
Appears, to refresh the aching eye;
But the barren earth, and the burning sky,
And the blank horizon, round and round,
Spread--void Of living sight or sound.
And hore, whilo the night-winds round me sigh,
and the stars burn bright IN the midnight sky,
AS sit apart by the desert stone,
Like Elijah at Horeb'scave alone,
"a stll small voice comes through the wild
(Like father consoling his fretful child)
Which banishes bitterness, wrath, and fear,
Eaying--MAS is DISTANT, BUT GoD IS SEAR!
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A letter from the Great Salt Lake Mormon
City says there is q settlement fifty miles iron
that city Of men owning negroes, EARRING OF