Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1855-08-18

Onou think Of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Oncn in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets Of that dear old town,
Aud my youth comes back To me
And verse OF a Lapland song
is hunting my memory still
a boys will is the winds will,
Aud the thoughts Of youth long long thoughts
! can sec The shadowy lines Of lis trees
. And catch, in sudden glcams
The sheen Of far surrounding seas,
Aud island, that were the llcspendes
OF all my boyish dreams.
And tic burden Of that old song,
II mufmurs and whispers still
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts
I remember the black wharyes and the slips,
And The sea tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips.
Aud the beauty and mystery Of the ships,
Add the magic OF the sea.
And the voice Of that wayward song
Is singing aud saying still
"a boys will is the winds will
Aud the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts -
I remember the bulwarks by the shore
And The fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun with It's hollow roar.
The drum-beat repeated o Ter and DER
And the huge Wild and shnn
And the music Of that old song
Thfohs in my memory still
"a boys viii is the winds will.
And the thoughts Of youth long. long thoughts"
remember The sea.6ghl far away,
How it Numbered o'cr the tide
And the dead captains as they Law
In their graves o'crlouking the bay
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mounfil song
Goes through nc with a thrill
"a boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts OF youth arc long, long thoughts"
can see the breezy dome Of groves,
The shadows Of behring's Woods
Aud the friendships old, the early loves,
Tome back with a Sabbath sound as Of doves
In quiet neighboihoods
And the voice Of that sweet old song
II iluers and murmurs still
"a boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts of youth are long long thoughts"
remember the CLEANS and gooms that dart
Across the schooboy's brain
The song aud the silence in the heart
That IN part are prophecies, and in part
Are ongngs wild and vain.
And The voice of that fiiu song
Sings on, aud is never still;
The boys will is the winds will.
And the thoughts Of youth are long long thoughts
There are thugs Of which we NAV not sneak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak
And bring paor into the cheek,
And mist before the eye.
And the words Of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill;
"a boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts Of youth are long long thoughts
Strange 10 me now arc the forms meet
When visit the dear old town;
Hui the native air is pure and sweet
Aud the trees that o'ershadow each we-known street
As they balance up and down.
Are singing the beautiful song
Are singing and whispering sill:
"A boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts OF youth are long long thoughts"
And behring's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain,
My heart goes back to wander there
And among the dreams Of the days that were,
find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating still
"a boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts Of youth are long. long thonshs"