Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-03-03
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lhls heart IN lasting union sweet,
Or must it sigh disconsolate2
She read it thus-and drew a sigh,
And brushed the tear drop from her eye;
And thus the huntsman's son addressed
his duty to his country pressed
"Be nottoo hasty in thy choice,
But list to reasons wiser voice,
Let times sure test the thing decide,
Go thou and stem Oppression's tide.
Talk not Of luve-uf dove-like eyes;
When clouds are gathering in the skies.
"The brazen threat Of war is heard"
Like thunder DER our lands green sward.
Go walk erect, and never yield,
But stand upon the battle field,
And face the proud oppressor's scorn
I'LL liberty, like day shall dawn.
Go, face the catamount and bear,
And chase the tiger from his lair;
And stand upon the mountains height,
And hush the panlher's shrek al might.
Then quail beneath the lions roar?
No! let the towering eagle soar;
And soaring Highland soaring long,
Attune our hearts to freedoms song!
And when the rage of battles DER,
And tyrant footprints seen no more,
Well hail the gladstone jubilee,
And sing Of freedom and Of thee.
ne thOught oil home but could not stay,
His country's call he must obey;
Once more he nibbed his turkey quill
TO write to Ellen Of the rilI."
"'Iis hard, dear girl, 10 part with those.
10 whom We oft our thoughts disclose
With friends so loving, Kind and true,
And harder still to part with you.
Where'erI roam, wherO'er be,
My thoughts, dear girl, will be of thee,
Of home-of kindred-by-gone days,
When first joined in boyhood plays.
Like Sampson on his ''Elam rock"
He firmly stood the dreadful shock.
The war was O'er--the lion tame,
Each hero crowned with worldwide fame.
The wilderness began to bloom
When laundering cannon ceased to boom;
Beneath his vine and fig tree free,
Each worshiper could bend the. knee.
The war was o'er, the fife and drum
Had hushed their notes.-the thought of home
Around the old parental hearth
he kindest place on all the earth,
Where he could sit and tell Of tolls
Of victory-of war-claimed spoils,
Aud see his mother laugh and cry,
And brush the tear-drops from her eye.
Pursuing steadily his course,
Immured to toil--provlsions coarse;
He reached the old time " oaken gate,''
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How changed the scene where once he dwelt
Where once in prayer his parents knelt!!
The hearthstone cold and desolate,-
No one to meet him at the gate!
The lonely cabin stood alone
His father and his mother gone;
And Z" puss," with age had persisted too,
Or gone to join the wild woods crew.
Forsaken lay his fathers horn,
Time-bleached, decayed and almost gone;
Times I~oiseless tooth had gnawed it well,
The owners name he scarce could spell.
No cur to watch his whistling smile,
To bay at night and guard the isle;
To await the slow return of morn,
And bound to hear the huntsman's horn.
Alas! sighed he, | little thought,
A few short years such change had wrought
That | no more should see the face
Of aged. parents in this place.
But what avails this heart felt grief2
The pilgrimage of life is brief
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Within the closets crumbling wall,
lie espied a time-worn Bible small;
His mothers guide-her precious chart;
He clasped it to his throbbing heart.
Inscribed within its dusty lid,
Her ardent, dying prayer he read
THAT God would shield her warrior-yoath,
And guide him in the ways of truth"
Weeks passed-he talked of wholesome laws
OF toil-spent nights in freedoms cause
sd No trace of ELLEN had he found
Since first he heard the bugle's sound.
The chance Of war had changed her place,
But time could not her charms efface!
Where stood the lovely aspen tree,
A stranger dwelt and bowed the knee.
Each rising city met his gaze,
Each steeple sign Of prayer, Of praise.
In legislative council wise,
His warning voice was heard to rise.
Called by his countrymen to guide
The hem of State-to' calm the tide
or party strife, he smiled to see,
His prospecting country great and free.
Fond of religious duties too,
Each Sabbath to devotion true!
A lovely maid of other days,
One Sabbath joined the hyRn of praise.
His heart began to palpitate
What could such feelings thus create,
And cause his heart-strings thus to thrill =?
Twas lovely Ellen Of the rill.
Oh, huntsmap, why thus cease 10 sing
Nor to orr ears some tidings bring,
OF bridal wreath, Of nuplial song,
All no the huntsman's harps unStrang.