The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-01-09

:. w g..dly Welcome agaia e our column. tAs

We grady welcome again to our columns the
gifted Meloda.s
For lhe Crescent.
TO MY FATHER. By MELoplA.
love The soft stars. and I'm happier loo,
When each from henesth iis desp curtain 81 blue
stoas oni b ~ beauty all sparkling and bright.
And hangs Ake 8 gem On the dsfk robe OF night,
OH often q Thought Of my own home afar
j woke b. b 1ie 5r some silver star
Yetaor While fain would be gay.
somd Neat ss own spirit away.
Awake aag rll sing Of the bowers
Where " eaDeain my ohldh0od'a ffsi hour,
Whefe oAsl cred, delighted at sven,
To sing e loved thoughts that s.ar beam had given.
And when came tie morn, and the as song was herni,
on, Of, and awaF, IKE wild mountain bird.
ESuliing IN gisdnsis o'rr woodland flew.
20 gather tis buds IS they zpBfIlsd 10 dew.
Awake my wild harp-string 70 music once mogel
Awake.-let me aing Of The bright days Of Y0fe
a gush ei deep Loneliness comes o'er me now.
And thrilling my soul leaves cloud on ny brew
The hildi not gay when t's far from the tree
Wheic t first 1nng The notes oil gladnes and glee.
And thns 'ds with iaf, and cannot Do gay.
When haunted by dreams Of my home far away.
My own, my loved father, then list 20 the strain,
Oh i.t while wake nay wild wood-n0ies again,
Say, canat thou remember how often at even
Wesat BY mother, thy Mar ia Heayen?H
OH then Was happy the world seemed 70 be
Dle bnght spot Of be4uy inst blooming for me--
dream Of IT, father ] drsam Of ii yet
And weap for the loved ones eannai forget
Gone gone are those momepisi and two Of our band
hcw dwell far away ia M own native land,
And two lqit the home where thsiF infancy tfod
10 worship in hi at the bright throne Of God
The cay hearted daughter that 81 at thy lille
Now siwella in ibe iand Of lhs s,ranEer-a jride.
shes sads5me aid gay yet iAl many scar
She haa mingled with mine for tbs heafsiono 90 dear
Al midnight, dark midnight I've started to weep
Ger visions that wose my sad sosl from lis slcop.
IN fancy I've sat BY my onee happy hearth,
I've The bright forms that have sd from the eat
And music, wild musie bath fung on the air,
The sama mellow mnsio they once wstbled there.
Gone, gone are those momsntRs 'twss fency alone
Tint haunted my soai with the things thai flown.
And thou too at changed, and thy once raven hair
u white with The silver Times wing seaitsn lhgre.
No wonder thou'fl altered, no wonisr hau'rt lone
Thy heauhs0ne'a iozaken, Thy loved ones arc gone.
I've prayed for leei father, when midnshts deep spell
All holy and sill on ny fainting heart fell;
And often we ihousht that an angel Of love
Hath waited my prayer, with wngtet, above.
IN come to thee. father, when Summer hath flung
Hef afle o er the hills where the snow ngnts hung;
hen birds rEss ilsir4nagoal muso as8n,
l'll come to thee. father, f'n come 20 thee then.
Oaca more mid the scenes Of my childhood so blest,
III srae att the grave where Thy angel ones resi-,
And fancy hear from those ips adi and cold
The ssi Aslrthai TuHe p the bright days Of Old dtE
Farewell to thee. father, mi day dream broke, S9ey
Too sad is the strain that ms memcsG hafn woke;
One tear Tor the cong that my spirit hath sung,
one seh ior The lone harp now silent, unstFung.
But If IN my fathers halls once more stand.
Aud gaze on the hills Of ms native land,
nm brush from my pale check the drops that roll.
And wake for ttee, only The hsrp Of my soul.
Columbia, Tam.