The Gonzales inquirer. [volume] (Gonzales, Tex.) 1853-current, 1854-05-13
I hold n letter in my hand

hold letter in my hand
-. y iiattcring lottcr--morc's the pity
iryrsomc contriying junto planned,
And signed per order Of Committee;
IL touches every tendercst spot,
Ny patriotic predilcctons---
My well known. something. don't ask what
Mypoor old songs-my kind affections;
They make feast on Thursday next,
And hope TO make icastcrs merry
They own they're something more perpeH;
For poets than for port and sherry
They want the men of-(wora torn out y
Our friends will come with anxious faces,
ITO see our blankets off, no doubt
And trot us out and show our paces.)
They hint that papers by the score
Are rather musty kind of rations;
They don't exactly mean bore,
But only trying to the patience;
That such as--yon know who mean
Distinguished for thcir-.what dye call 'cm,
Should bring the dews of Hippocrcne
10 sprinkle on the faces solemn
The same old story that's the chaff
10 catch the birds that sing the dttics !;
Upon my soul, il makes me laugh
To read these letters from Committcesi
They're all so loving and 50 fair
All for your sake such kind compunction,
'Twould save your carriage half its wear
Togrease the wheels with such on unction!
Why, who am l. to lift me here
Aud beg such learned folk to listen
To ask smile, or coax tear
Beneath those stole lids to glistcns
A. I'll i. IL, - A.
Ask the whole frame TO feel II gushing,
While throbbing fierce from heel to head
The vast aortic tide was rushing
Aswcll some hair,likc nerve might strain
To set It's special strcamlet going,
While through the myriad chainelcd brain
The burning food OF thought was flowing,
Or trembling fibre strive TO keep
The Sprnging launches gathered shoISer,
!, while the seourgcd racer, leap on leap,
Was stretching on In the last hot quarterl
An me you take the bud that came
Selfsown in your poor gardens borders,
And hand il to the stately dame
That florists breed for, all she orders
She thanks gou-- 10 ,cds kiadig meaat--
(Apaie affair, IL nas mol NortA the ks,ping,)
Gaod morning and your bud is sent
To join the tea leaves used for sweeping
Not always so, kind hearts and true,
Fer such know are round me beating
Is not the bud offer you,
Fresh gathered for the hour Of meeting
Pale though its Gutter leaves may bc,
Rose,rcd in all the inner petals,
Where the warm life we cannot Sec
The life Of love that gave it settles.
We meet nom regions lhr away
Likcrillsh from distant mountains streaming
The sun is on francisro's hay,
Ger Chesapeake the lighthouse cleaning
while summer skirts the still bayou
With every leaf that makes II brighter
Monsdnoek sees the sky grow blue,
Aud clAps his crystal bracelet tighter
Yet nature bears the sclfsame heart
Beneath her fuSsct.mRnilcd bosom,
As whore with burnipg lips apart
ShchrrA,hce, and white msgnolias blossom,
Ay many cheek is klndlcd here
With motning's tire as richly laden
As ever Sultan of Caehemirc
Kissed from = sWn.cnsmclcd maiden,
give you Hsms' iss crossing lines
United Ia ouc golden su,ufc,
4 And shaving every day ,hA, shines
The present growing 10 the future
3 A ,laS lha, bears ANafnei stars.
il IN enc bright ring, with love for ccntrc.
ssrepaS round with white AND crimson hsrs,
No prowllng treason dsfes TO enter,
q brothers, hone NAV I've wosa
4 To make ailsrisons living ittasnrc
ALL wave an angel Nigh, have stirred
~ A ssaensn, pool ol selfish pleasure;
sM goSsl i is there the dsy.star SrFings
"a ses shcre llir ovsnine sun rcposcs,
|z& tl~scSr lie ,sels spsssds his Wings,