The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-05-03

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With sea-like walls and breezy harmonles: -
My song is dedicate. l. H.
WtHdea, La.
All, here again! and still l live to count thy
flying hours,
And gaze upon thy glorious robe, queen
of dainty flowers
And shall see the loneliness, the many
gancing wings
or singing birds, and hail the mlrth thy royal
presence brings,
And see the tides Of laughing rills through
beam and shadow flow,
Whcrc'er the blue -encirclcd earth thy rosy
steps shall know
Shall greet the gentle gales that bring glad
melody to bowers,
The resurrection OF the grass, the homage
Of the flowers.
All, ssTime has wings" and years have left
some dust upon my heart,
And l have seen some open graves-some
pleasant dreams depart,
And l have seen the worthlcssncss Of earth's
most lovely things,
And felt the crushing loneliness that round
the spirit cIings,
Which midst the tears and clouds of earth
would fold its weary wings;
The Years have flown and youth is gone and |
have seen The dust
Strcwcd OH the graves of human faith and
love and sacred trust,
Yet is it something still, to lire, to feel, to
breathe aud see
Earth's Thousand bright and happy things,
the beautiful and free;
1t is enough--a whisper rolls across my
spirits ear,
"Let heart be calm'd and sorrow still'd, and
grief be absent here
And thank the Hand that decks the hills in
robes Of shining green,
That fl lis with life and gems with bloom the
tairy-pcopcd scene,
And wreathcs upon its earth and skies the
smile of sunny days.,
That thou may st read in Gods great love
and IN his wondrous ways,
The emblems Of IL better world, q holy and
blest,
Wherein the evil enter not, the weary are
at rcst.''
Then, gentle Spring, with all thy joy and
glorious hucs, again,
l hail thee to the hills and streams and paths
OF weary men;
Arise, and breathe upon my heart its silent
chambers throng
With dewv morns and lcaty sounds and
golden birds Of song;
Bring with thy melodies long, bright dream
Of other days,
The faded glory of the flowers that strcwed
my chldhood's ways;
Recall the dead OF other years! revive the
shrouded eyes
That, to our tiresidcs and our homes, the
mouldy grave denies,
And chase the silence from the lips Of the
entombed hours
With the evangel of thy birds and many
speaking flowers.
Gods latest miracle, sweet Spring, thy rosy
feet we hail
With all thy solemn cadences of brook and
wandering gale
Come, wake the lady llyacinth, and paint
the royal rose
With the rich sanguine that around the
stormy sunset glows,
Call back the woodbine to the porch, the
martin TO the caves,
And weave for woods glorious robe, robe
Of twinkling leaves;
Come, bring to hills a richer green, to skies,
softer cloud,
And call the odorous violet from out her
little shroud
All, thou art here; amidst the hills, a
presence and power
With golden tnts and flashing wings and
misic for thy dover;
The brooks Shall hear thy early call, the
sleepy woods Shall see
The beauty Of thy breezy steps, the joy, the
mystery;
The city's roaring heart shall know the magic
of thy spell,
The child upon the bank at play, the captive
in his cell;
Around the caves thy hand shall bid the
climbing jasmine cling,
And Sllded bees glance in and out Oh drowSy-
larpng wing,
And sick old men shall lift their heads and
turn their languid eyes,
To see how bright along the fields thy robe
OF beauty lies,
The mariner Shall have dream, a pleasant
dream Of home,
Where, far upon the dark mid-s he battles
with the foam,
AS round the deck and DER the wave, a
fragrant whisper roves
Ofregal palmsan moaning pines and ruslling
orange groves;
Thy eye shall see, in messy dcls, like
childhood in dream,
The mottlcd lily blush and bend above the
CLASSY stream;
The toiler at the wheel shall pause and bless
thee for the bloom
That summons back the ancient words across
the spirits gloom,
"If God SO cl"the the speeches. grass and
lilies of the glen,
How shall he love and care for you. 9 weary
sons Of men!"
The wrinkled lips OF Age shall smile upon
thy opening charms,
And children toss their golden locks and
wave their snowy arms,
And bless thee for the purple bells, brigh,
bees and sunny hours
OfGod's anointed bands otyoung apocalyptic
flowers.
We hail the bloom, we drink the life, VIC
hear the mingled mirth
Brcathed from the thousand airy tongues Of
the rejoicing Garth
We feel the spirits stronger pulse, oul
manhood's nober sway,
As by the glad, uniettered streams and o'e
the hills we stray;
Yet ever lies, untamed and strong, within the
human breast,
A yearning for the distant good, feelin,
of unrest;
For, ever, though her path be flowers ant
music DER her stream,
Must the unslce ping soul still cling to he
immortal dream,
And vision forth and fill with song, SOM
far triumphant shore,
Where dust and sense shall bound her view
and chain Ler wings no more.
II. Il.