Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1854-11-15
wooD-NorEs; OR, CAROLINA CAROLS.

e I" A Day on the Hills, = by y. ID. LoYeJoy, Esq.
of this City, win at arrest the attention of thu
reader the most elaborate, it is certainly the
first poem in the collection. 1t gives evidence Of 9
mind well stored with classic treasures, and endow
ed with fine -perceptive and descriptive faculties
We have in this poem the pathetic, the beautiful
and the sublime; and there are passages here and
there in it, which are fully equal to the best efforts
of the first American poets. And our respect fol
the genius and general mental power of the author
will be increased when reflect that this produc-
ton was the result of such hours he could devote
to observation and meditation from the exhausting
labors of his vocation as an instructor of youth.
With what fire and beauty does he speak of the
old school-house'' looking
"Proudly DER the lawn, ...
As if she knew that poverty there wrought
Those mighty minds that from her threshold gone,
Do a sword the battle handle thought"
lie, at least, is not ashamed of his vocation-a
cation to which the people of these Southern States
especially seem so disinclined to award that justice
and consideration which eIninently due to it
here and every where.
We regret that we cannot find room for the entire
poem, but we give such extracts as will afford the
reader idea of it's merits. Certainly it has its
defects but do not to attempt to point them
out The whole poem should be read however, as
it is connected whole, in order to FORM with JUS
tice to the author, opinion of it
"The mocking-birds begin the mornings song,
In murmurs soft and sweet, flows the rill
Now like holy chant, it rolls along -
Through ancient vaulted woods increasing till
All up and down the scale, the anthems trill
The lord of song, in his green gallery sings,
While DER the vale, and up the dusky hill,
From her resounding rock the Echo filings
Thro all her silver pipes the joy that round her rings
The dawn expands, and now the rolling
Pours DER the morning star its waves of light,
That lingering long, and twnkling seemed to be
diamonds point uniting unit day and night brbt
Come down to hide the vale with shadows deep,
Where now and then, the playful breezes creep,
To shake the drowsy elms that ever murmuring keep
Oh Slnt with wondrous power thou dost reflect,
Him who thy palace laid on central space,
Upreared its towering front, its chambers decked
With rubies, life and beauty's dwellingplace;
Made planets for thy footstool, and did grace
With streams of crcling stars thy shining zone
And sent thee forth to rule in heaven alone,
With Darkness for thy slave the Universe thy throne
Ambition glory, grandeur, take your seats,
Where massey rocks invite; behold the trance
Of dreamy lakes, the broad bright waving sheets
Of grain leaves twinkle flashing cascades dance,
And hocks and herds along the plain advance,
The cottage high, the vale that shines betwesa;
iees Looks hGf eRseeg ga sheen
That glds the dome of power, for her abode serene
Love here prevails-hath made his empire great;
The gay young violets bridal garments wear;
Those huge old full did wait,
Patiently climbed the rock to meet in air:
The leaves are whispering secrets everywhere
And daisies peeping out from grassy hooks,
With eyes Of love at another stare;
The lily sees him in the shining brooks,
Up whose modest face the brghteyed pebble looks.
Here in the broad green country let me look
At pleasant hills and vaes-the cottage gay
with creeping vines that stands beside the brook;
Whereer the mistress moves the fowls Away
Flock round her shining tunic and the jay
With all his might sings in the apple tree
While round their gourdbuilt domes the martins play,
happy group.
The country suits devotion Ancient rocks
STANDS Of M
The sounding earth rolls off the sivery stroke
Of belltongued books, as when they first awoke
The woods and passing angels stopped to hear;
The flowers look up unstained by city smoke;
But Nature full of God bids Truth and Peace near
Here let me live, and give myself to God,
Companioned with his Spirit, and when He
Recalls my life, place me beneath the sod
Each others pleasant faces, and the bee y
Thro' the long day works in the bright sunshine
There let me rest alone, my God, with Thee!
This is the land of Poesy, for here
Green slopes dark glens, and mountains fill the soul,
And brooks and rllls that shine, then disappear
In glades, where sunny paths to caverns stroll
And groves that end in forests dark and deep; 4
The cliff where stands the wolff. TT grassy knoll
Into melodious streams that by farm-houses creep
The rocks are Freedoms towers the hills her home
And when they stand on Times far future shore,
She still shall see her children DER them roam,
And up their rolling clouds her eagle soar;
Strong Olympian Jove's, whose thunder bore
The old Titanic gods to earth, shall rest
Her feet upon these mountains evermore-
Black tall and grand with plumes the ghtnings crest
Their heads and with their darts her swift right hand
invest.
In these green hills brave forefathers sleepI
The of mighty deeds-a noble band,
When driven from their homes they crossed the Deep
Founded a state that grew so strong and grand,
That in their day, its shadow did expand,
And climb the tyrants throne. Did History bind
Their glory round her brow until her hand
Weary with search, on record failed to find
Minds tempered with such to benefit their kind?
And while they sleep, she tells their deeds sublime,
The everlasting base which shall! spring
New empires like their own, till every CLINE
Shall bless the breeze that bears their eagles wing
And tongues of every language learn to sing
Freedoms sweet song-far thro' the varied zones
Of Asias dark dominions, it shall ring,
Gladdening benighted nations, till its tones 4
Starte their sleeping gods and shake barbarian thrones
Ny country oh my country! how thy star
Towers above all empires ANA on high,
In silence, like the morning. glows afar
Beyond the sea, to blind expressions eye;
Shining into the gloom where vassals lie,
That they may file their chains for ages worn.
Its ever flashing lightning followed BY
From state to state, like waves tempest torn
Who does not see when Winter walks the street,
And costly wool and fur crowding there,
The pale, neglected boy with naked feet,
Begging to work for bread? but every where
Repplsed, he shivers back to his despair:
Proud genius shows her bushes while she keeps
Trying to hide her limbs, ragged and bare, -
Shakes from her eye of fire, the tear that creeps
Up from the depths where her eternal thunder sleeps
The old school-house stands up for that poor boy
Tells him he is giant whose command
May sway the fate of empires-fs with Joy
His mighty eye and bids his mind expand r.
Tells him that though in darkness, he shall stand