The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1853-05-17
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poem il froinihe pen of the late lainented
William Gaylord 9Clurk, and was written
!, hyhim for nm early number of The Knick-
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"A Song oS Nz;ty.
4 %tIhe. Spring scented buds all around me
f, are; e;swellmg-
? I ITherearosongs in the stream, there is
healtllin The gale;
I a sense ofsdelisht in each bosom is dwell
ing,
Astleat the pure day-beams Ger nloul.-
tain and vale;
The desolalc reign of Old Winter is bro.
5t3 te ken
The verdure is fresh upon every tree;
SOfNaturo's revival the charm, aud token
Ofloye, ohlhou Spirit of Beauty to thee.
B The sun looke,h forth from tho halls of the
& morning,
And tlushes the clouds that begirt his
5s career;
lie welcomes the g!adncss and glory, re-
turning
forest on the promise and hope Of the
year;
lie fills wi.hrich light all the balm-brca,h-
4 ing flowers
sIle mounts 10 the zeninth, and laughs on
the wave;
z He wakes into music the green forest
bowers,
And gilds The gay plains which Tie broad
rivers lave.
Tie young bird is out of his delicate pin
ion--
lie tiI1idly sails in the infinite sky;
: a greeting to May, and her fairy dominion,
Hcpours on the west-wind's lragant
sigh:
Around, DC =. there are peace and pleas
u-t
Thew .ds are singing-lhc heaven
is bright;
The fields are unfolding their emerald
treasure,
And mans genial spirit is soaring in
H, light.
Alas, for my weary and arc-hauntcd bo-
The spells OF the spring-timc arouse i,
no more;
The, song in the wild. wood--,he sheen OF
30 the blossom
The tresh.wcIing untain--thcir magic
is o'er
When | list to the srcams--whcn l look
on the flowers,
They tell Of The Past, with so mournfuI
a tone,
Tia, l call up the ,hrongs of my long-van-
Aud sigh that their transports are over
and gone.
From the wide spreading car,h--frorn the
llmfless heaven,
There have vanished an eloquent glory
a and CLEAN;
( Tony veil'd mind no more, is the innu-
cnce given.
Which coloreth life with the hucs of a
dream:
The bloom-purpIed landscape its lowell
ness keepeth-
deem that light, as of old, gilds the
wave;
But the eye OF my spirit in heavincss sleep
eth,
Or sees but my youth, and the visions
tgave.
Yetitis not that age on my years hath de-
scended--
Tis not that its snow-wrcaths cncrclc
my brow;
s But the newness and sweetness of Bcinr
f. are cIlueQ--
feel not their love kinding witchcry
The shadows of death DER my path have
been sweeping
There are those who have loved me, dc.
barred from the day;
The green turf is bright, where in pcacc
they are sleeping,
And on wings Of rcmcmbcranca my soul
is away.
1t is shut to the glow of this present exist
1t hears, from the Past, n funeral strain;
And it eagerly turns to the high seeming
a distance,
Where the lost blooms Of earth will be
garncrcd again;
Where no mildew the soft, damask- rose
cheek shall nourish;
Where Grief bears no longer the poison
GUS sting
Where pitilcss Death no dark sceptcr can
Or stain with his blight the luxurian.
spring.
1t is thus that the hopes which to others
are given
Fall cold on my heart in this rich month
Of May;
lhear the clear anthems that ring through
the heaven;
drink the bland airs that cnlivcn the
day;
And if gentle Nature, her festival keeping,
Delights not my bosom, ah do no, con
denim:
Ger the lost and the lovely my spirit is
weeping,
For my hearts fondcsi rapturcs are hu-
ricd with them
: S-~~~~~~~~~-.. .aR--.. ~-------->~.
The Poisoned Valley.
4 a singular discovery has lately been
made near Batten, i'll Java, Ola poison