Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1853-06-07
NUMBER 259

incoming heaven IN their milky arms r.
SPONTANEOUS POETRY.
lie was one
Who could not help 1t, for il was his nature
To blossom into song. as 'tis trees
To leaf itself in April.
USES SONG.
What martini music is marching
Should Song be o Humanity. In song
The infant eg.s born and swsthed arc,
A beanteous meniato divine,
shape celestial tending the dark earth
With light and silver service like the moon,
Is Poetry,
FoR
But there among that soft voiced band
WIN pned AWAY for love ofhis eyes,
And died among the Of the Spring
When Eve in the dew with closed lids,
Came gentle maidcns bearing forest flowers
To strew upon her green and quiet grave.
They soothed tho dead with love songs low and swee !
Songs sung of old bcnoath the purple night.
Songs heard ON cnrh with heart beat and a blush,
Songs heard in heaven by the brenthless slars
CHILD.
o thou bright thing fresh from tho hand Of God
The motions of thy dancing limbs are swnyed
| BY tho unoeasing music of thy being
Nearer seem to God when looking on thee,
| 'Tis nges since he made his youngest star
| His hand on thee II 'twere yesterday.
Thou lator Revelation! Silver Stream,
Breaking with laughter from the hike divine
Whence all things flow o brig ght aud singing babe
Whut wilt thou bc hereafter7
MARRIAGE OF TUX SEA AND sHoRE.
The bridegroom sea,
Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride,
And, in the ullness of hor marriage joy,
IIe de orates her tawny brow with shells,
Retireso space, see how fair she looks,
Than uroud runa mn In kisa her
A niPg JOLLY OLD FELLOW.
I'll show yon who might have been abbot
In the old times aarge and portly man,
Withmerry-eyos, and crown that shines like glass
No thn-smiled Aprilhe, bedript with teare,
But applied Autumn, goden-oheoked and tan
Jest in his mouth feels sweet M crusted wine.
As If aIl singer for a merry thought,
The pits Of laughter dimplo in his cheeks.
| His speech Is 6nyorous, overmore he talks
In n wnrm brown autumnal sort Of style.
A worthy man, Sir! who shall stand at oompt
With conscience white, save few stains Of ne
FAME AND POET.
Lord how Poets geek
At Fame their idol. Call't worthless thing,
Colder than lunar rainbows, ohaneeiuler
Than seekost puppies ON apigeon's neck,
Moro trnnstory thun womans lovos,
The bubbles of her hcnrt--and yet each mocker
, Would gladly sell his soul for sweet crumb
To roll beneath his tongne.
A RURAL HOMESTEAD.
Mong tho green lanes Of kent-grcen su ny lanes
Where troops of children shout and laugh and play,
And gather daisios, stood antique hone
Withnits orchard rich with ruddy fiuits;
For the full yonr was laughng in his prime.
Wealth of oil flowers grew in bat garden green,
And the old porch with It's great oaken door
Was smothcred in roseblooms, while Ger the walls
| The honey-suekle clung deciousy.
Before the door there lay plot of gnss,
showed DER with daseys,-nower by all beloved,
And famousesl in song and IN the midst,
A carved fountain stood, dried up and broken,
On which peacock stood aud summed itsefi
Beneath. two pettcd rabbits snowy white,
Squnlted upon the sward,
A row Of poplars darkly rose behind,
around whose tops, md the old-fashioned vancs,
White pigeo1s Guttered and o 'er all was bent
| The mighty sky, with smiling sunny clouds.
One easement thrown open, and within,
A boy hung Ger book of poesy,
Silent as planet hanging DER tho sea.
Game sweetest garden odors, and the hum
The drowsy hum-of tho rejoicing bees,
lIeayened in blooms that overcad the walls
And the cool wind waved upon his brow,
And stirred his curls.
cOHcLUDED TOMORROW.