The Trinity times., 1855-04-07

Whose fading memory scarce can save
The hillocks where he sowed his corn,
The mounds that mark his nameless grave
The food was spent, the fruits were few,
A red streak glistened here and there;
Perchance in statelier precincts grew,
Some stern old puritanic pear.
Austere in taste, and tough at core,
Its unrelenting bulk was shed,
To ripen in the Pilgrims store,
When all Ills summer sweets were fled.
Such was his lot, to front the storm,
With iron heart and marble brow,
Nor ripen till his earthly form
Was cast from life's Autumnal bough.
But ever on the bleakest rock,
We bid the brightest beacon glow,
And still upon the thorniest stock,
The sweetest roses love to blow.
So on our rude and wintry soil,
We feed the kindling flame of Art,
And steal the tropics bushng spoil
To bloom ON natures icy heart.
See how the softening mothers breast
4 Warns to her chdren's patient wiles-
Her lips by loving labor pressed,
Break in thousand dimpling smiles.
From where the flushing bud of June
Dawns with its first auroral hue,
Til shines the rounded harvest moon,
Aud velvet dahlias drink the dew.
Nor these the only gift she brings;
Look where the laborng orchard groans,
And yields its beryl threaded strings,
For chestnut bur, and hemlock cones.
Dear though the shady maple be,
And dearer still the whispering pine,
Dearest yon russet laden tree,
Drowned by the heavy rubbing kline.
There childhood flung its venturous stone,
And boyhood tried its daring climb;
And though our summer birds have flown,
1t blooms as in the olden time.
Nor be the Flemng's pride forgot,
With swinging drops and dropping bells,
Freckled and splashed with streak aud spot,
On the warm breasted, sloping swel.s
Nor Persia's painted garden queen
Frail Houri of the trellised wall
Her deep-cleft bosom scarfed with green
Faircst to see, and first to fall.
When man provoked his mortal doom,
And Eden trembled as he fell,
When blossoms sighed their last perfume,
Aud branches waved their long farewell.
One sucker crept beneath the gate;
One seed was waited DER the wall
One bough sustained the trembling weight;
These left the gar1en-these were all.
And far Ger many distant zone
These wrecks Of Eden still are flung;
The fruits that Paradise hath known,
Are still in earthly gardens hung,
Yes, by our own unstoried stream,
The pink,white apple blossoms burst,
That saw the young Euphrates gleam-
That Gihou's circling waters nursed.
For US the ambrosal pear displays
The wealth its arching branches hold,
Bathed by u hundred summer days,
La foods Of nlingling fire and god.
And here, where beauty's cheek of fame,
With MORNINGS earliest beam is fed,
The sunset painted peach may claim
To rival it's celestial red.
What though in some unmostened vale
The summer leaf grows brown aud sere,
say, shall our star of promise fail
That circles half the rolling sphere?
From beaches salt with bitter spray,
Ger prairies green with soitest rain,
And ridges bright with evenings ray,
To rocks that shade the stormless main
II by our slender threaded streams,
ha iaIa 1. af 1ia
III, drained by noontide's parching beams,
The milky veins of nature dry.
See, with her swelling bosom bare,
on wild-eyed sister in the West
lhe ring of empire round her hair
lhe Indians wampum on her breast
We saw the August sun descend
Day after day, with blood red stain,
Ana the blue mountains dimly blend,
MIN smoke wreaths from the burning
plain.
Beneath the hot Sirocco's winys
We sat and told the wtherinc hours
I'LL heaven unsealed it's azure springs.
And bade them leap in flashing showers.
Yet, in our Ishmael's thirst, we knew
The mercy Of the sovereign hand
Would pour the fountains quickening dew,
To feed some harvest of the land
No flashing swords Of wrath surround
Our second Garden Of the Best;
IL itspreads beyond its rocky bound
1t climbs Nevada's glttering crest.
God keep the tempter from its gate.
God shield the children lest they fall
From their stern father's free estate,
III ocean is It's only wall!