The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-03-10
miscellaneous.
For The Cecil Wig.
EMMA ALICE BROWNE.

Inns young lady NEhose poetic cifuslon:
appear in the Methodist Protestant, is o ma
tive of Cecil county. Her father, William
A. Browne, resided formerly at Port Dcposi
and was licensed as travelling preacher, ant
died Some years ago while travelling on
circuit in Pennsylvania. Miss Brown is qnitt
young, and has not had much of the advan-
tages of education, yet the productions of hcr
pen have received warm Communications, as
giving strong evidence ofpoetic talent. The
Rev. Il. Icatcs Reese, Editor of the "AIethc-
dist Protestant" in his last issue thus speaks,
The poetry Of Emma Alice Browne is full
OF promise. We know of no writer of her
age Of whose poetic faculty we should be
willing to speak with more confidence. She
it yet young and her blcmishcs arc such as
experience and practice will soon overcome.
The lines "'On the field Of Alma" which we
publish in to days paper, indicate vigor of
thought, and 4 facility ofcxprcssion rarely
to be found in the poetic efforts of new can
didate for public favor" 1.-The storm in
Winter" given below, may serve as q spc-
cmcn Of her productions. Z.
a StoTGH i'm Winter.
The ice drops with dull. monotonous sound
From naked branches to the frozen mould,
And dead leaves strewn hy boistcrous winds around
Like frightened children trembc in the cold,
And little grass blades hidden in the ground.
Ircqmin, warm dreams of May days and the gold
Ofsun-sct clouds, still closer do eniolI
Their tender buds lest they should die of cold
The bnbbl.ns brook that doth the meadow cross
Is mute and Iif,ess as the flowers that twincd
Their bloony brightness with the velvet moss,
And tall rank ruShes and sweet flags that lined
rs sloping banks; the keen ana frosty wind
Plays with the pines dark bouglls, that sway and
As ScorninS winter rudcncss and the loss toss
Of sunny beams which did their leaves emboss
All day the We ricl sun hath bat,lrd on hail
Thro' ranks on ranks of clouds surchargcd with
And snow and tempest and fierce winds whercon
The storm-fcnd rides around with the ligh,nings
pJlc
Blasting each sunny beam. Great deeds were done
In heaven by champion stars that thro the veil
OF murky gloom pierced, when the sinking sun
Hurled his last broken spear the flying clouds
among.
The rocking woods howl to the frcnzcd blast;
The hills and vales give deeper moan
And where the oaks their giant shadows cast
Whole ages gone, the mighty wrecks are strown,
And here and there the records of the past
Pines patriarchal by the storms DER blown,
tprcar their earth rent bases, huge and vast,
In Silent mocLcry defiant Of the blast
The clouds arc setting, strc0ked with shrcds of god
In the dina west, and silently and slow
The shadows troop from out The northern cold,
Pitching their tents on hills and vallics low
The struggling dark the dying light doth hold,
And lnrchcs fringng frozen ponds below
The rising woods, are singing faint and low
VI rcapng winds in harvest fields Of snow.
The horrcnt darkness doth encompass mo
(.is souls wrapt in The black robes of crnc,) |
And like the cch"c' Of Eternity
Downing the strain Of c len bartls sublime,
hear the thunder Of futurty
Shaking the towers and Aoary walls of time,
And vain essay in this my rugged rhyme
10 wed their symphonies to words that chime, I
Blu how the storm-nend rcigns. Majestic Night
Meet consort Of The tempest AMI thick gloom,
[ nfur,s her sable Banners and her might
Cflovclincss puts on, and in the room
If stars pale lishnngS, faint, sepulchrul, white,
Ray dmy thro' the blackncss; the fair moon
Hath died. the rushing winds are mad with fright
Sweeping the leaves that lie in deathly swoon.
Reading, Pa. EMMA ALICE BROWNE.