The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-12-21
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For Tie Cecil Whig.
"AisGP ANNA

memory has just come DER
My hesrt-a thought Of other times;
A sound. As from distant shore,
We lov'l in boyhoo1 long before,
With undulating chimes.
Som" magic finger hath upturn'd
The dusty leaves of sciue halfscore
OF din recorded years inugnd,
With times account cf things pass'd 0 'er
Oicvesand faces have mourn'd,
And hopes that may BE- mine no more.
The scattered links Of friendships chain,
mat bound happy ynriniul band,
Are all in t;,ncy's eye again
United By the rna yic wand,
OF Recollection's thrunaing tain.
Qaich travelling DER the busy brain
SON" troopng from Il foreign laa;l;
AMI &6tl2--ah ma on nlen,ory's pane,
From yonfer sil"n, church-yard stand.
Hl" VIA anil sweet the joyous strain
ONES mellowing back upon the brain,
So" the happy shouting train
!! conclave met adown the lane
Ani nov the ttrorite project fx'd,
They csper off with JOY unmiX'd;
That "hall0-ho!" and ffolc laugh,
And u!couil sony tell not by half
The joys tl.at bid their pulses play.-
Oh! Pm little bog 'o-9ay,
As happy, and as wild and free,
~ when rudgd il DER the lea
with satchel On my arm, and part
WELCOMED, aud courage high,
And triumph laughing in my heart,
And joyance in my eye.
o! if there be one dear delight
l'ntaintcd with the lross of earth,
Or selfish thought-whosc lingering light
Departs not with its transient birth,
B't, like silver star tina; throws
Far down the waste OF after wears,
a IA! a. calm as when il rose
IN smiles, in tenderness and tears
1t is in uneuspectine you'll
Ere thought III arttul grooves hath moved
In all the tenderness OF truth
10 love, and know We are beloved.
Let me indulge the fond concert,
1t throws the dim reflected ravs-
The cloullcss skies of ether DAYS
Upon my heart. hear the beat
0fthe many silvery trampling feet,
ti' hopes and joys and sunny Schemes
Ofsweet desires. and wild day-dreams
That on my 'raptured vision broke
When first the smiling Goddess spoke,
In tone so kind, and babe mr. string
My uncoutll harp, aud fesbly fling,
Across thr wires at her command,
Cntaught, and rude, the trembling hand
All then mini, fi,il-ton'i, AM hi"hrr,
she woke lcf1icr SOUNDING lyr"
Whose %weetly soft, and witching triIIs
s'"em'd like the chime Of silver bells,
Norrc on the breath Of asphodrls.
From some light hearted fay, that dwclls
In pocsy's enchanted dells,
Wbocc sonr foil ~, H.. how, III
was the song of the wild bird, Alice Anna
Why slumhars now the hand that flung,
From those sweet wires, the witcl-notes free7
\ ny is that harp, neglected, hung
In silcnc" on the willow tree?
las Disappointment snapp'd the rtr;ne
That Hope. delighted, fingered DER?
Dr. doth pale grief her mlIcw wiring
On quavera that ran trili no morci
lave dcnt'I-'rops, fallin2 one by ono,
The life Subluing, crustcd thcr"I
Dr. cold worlds deep cunning won
Thy fostering hand to so.did ware!
u hath some ''green-cy''l' rumnr strange,
Borne on the wings of "nyious wind,
'rnuch' things of some killing chause-
M ialthlcss lover prov'd unkindl
} IS II this, or that, or any
Such cause as song forbds to name
hat broke the harp Of "Alice Anna"
And hush'd its once delightful strain9
Md other harps of kindred tone,
That mingled in our early lay,
.re down the gulfof Lcthe thrown,
While | nm all alone to-day,
ike some lone weeper on the shore,
t'Neath wrathfnl and impending skies
While Tines III lie breaking pillows roar,)
'th lingering hope the song still pour
Of thoughts that in my bosom rise
hat dreams ofno rcturn-without en- echo dies