Smyrna times., 1855-01-17

flowing with gratitude, l recall to memory all
your kind words, all your goodly counsel, your
sweet smiles, and witty pleasantries, and feel
that ama a better and wiser man for having
known and associated with you. ~ F.
do not say that all whom have knoion, are
thus cherished |; q nor even all whomsl once
esteemed; for found some of them to be false
and lnsincere and, when l found them to be
thus, 1 tore their image from my heart, and
blotted even their names from. memorys book.
But let these pass, for would not inAict a pain
even on them. Though some of them ''4.
"Have sown in my sorrow, and will reap ~,
The bitter harvest in woe as realr
/ wander back to the scenes of my childhood,
and recount its days of pleasure and of childish
sports, and almost conclude, with Byron, that
The days of our youth are the days Of cur glory"
But these are past, and gone forever! 'aiH
Gone like the stars thathave burnt out in heaven,
And must be no longer a, dreamer but an
actor! Well, I'll be an actor, then! Here
goes every boyish dream! There! have
thrown them all away, and there were some
very bright ones, too. How they have cheered
me But they are gone =, '"@.. = -.
+ p = EVERY mothers son of them"
And I'm alone! Not quite alone-there's a
merry laugh ringing in my, ears-a white hand
clasped in mine-and a pair of hrighteyes that
look upon me; and voice, whose silver tone
thrills me, replies" Not all alone, for L am
with yon."as And my heart answers; .fta II
sOh, Fame. II s'er took delightih thy praises.
Twas Ie.s for the sake of thy hghsounding phrases,
Than 10 see the bright eyes Of the dedr discover
Tne thought that was not unworthy TO love her.
There chiefly sought thee. there only iOund thee;
Her glance best of the rays that surround thee
When sparked Ger aught that was bright my story
l knew it was love. and felt it was glory" -
There's something sweet in woman's love
deny and disown it as we may! Something
far better than "a name great in story"
wouldn't barter it. though poor, for the richest
crown thateSer decFed monarch's brow mol
exchange the heart, that throbs in unison witt
mine, for the brightest head that ever wore {
coronet. ag nra. Il
.AuSpyet | know, and well know, that 81
- 'Tis time that was Ainglng
Ny rosy letters TO the wind. ,....
And, like the desert cOurser, springing b.
GPsn The proud career Of mind! ~
But il is near-and with that hour ..,. a..
look TO see my iollIes aees ,.... ~. !,
And sterRer thoughts come with power
| To nerve my wakenlng energy =
~ 'TIs 30 faIrdream--Iiook for trial s.
Which every qulverI1g slnew wings; 2
For pOurings IRON that bitter vial.
s' Which drinks to death Iie's swelling springs
But far beyond my fancy restelh .'- ="
On deep, subllmcd. and glorious worth;
On strength, which, like the eagles, breasteth
The highest atnes phete OF earth.
.. look n rest- when fire hath tried.
And much afiiction purified"
= Reader Of mine life with me is at the flus
lin its bud and blossoming," and yet thei
are stern tasks before me-duties that must ar
shall be honorably discharged. Pray Heave
: that my spirit faint not in the performance
And as your eyes glance along thi, page throug
which there breathes spirit Of calm and bo
defiance to the minions of Error-to wckedne
and usurpationin high places-totyranny,wr
and oppression every where,--kihdy rememb
the poet-student who has had TO battle, sngl
i handed, with the rsverses Of fortune, who h
'teg had to win IF wOp)a scholars, name, not
+ classical semiparies, not in academical hall
'e bot at his own home, without teacher or
at stractor, and in the midst of other various a
" binding duties. Pray Heaven that he may
nd Stand strong as Trdih-ingnEes of granite all,
o. And. tranquil lnonied. lssesiDg over all 'not
ey The tumult, hear the angels say; Well done :"
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