Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1856-06-07

ALLEN, bsuhf " iu, Houston, Harris county.
U'ri,lcn Tor the Dallas Herald.
Alvan and Nu-a-vite.'
Ar1Lg,
ny WILLIAM 7. q. WEAVER,
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Hail memory timid, tickle, sprght=a
Spirit Of anguish and delight
Unfold thy wings-hut thou wilt stray
To the far groves OF Iowa,
Or those broad prairies, green md wild,
On which sported " hen child,
II.
Yes, now tho glowing picture WARNS
With all that wilderness of charms,
Which clusters round each bower and stream
in Fancy's bright Ely ysium dream
And with those brooks and woods appear
My childhood home and mother dear
Green may the tluttering aspens wave
Above that mothers lonely grave
Bright may the young wildaowrets bloom
Around her stoneless forest tomb
But It's not to recall the scene
Of northern wales and forests green
:. That have snurht a.vi.jfa Tn lnsi,
On memoryE miscellaneous book
For there arc many pictures yet
And some which Mould fain forget.
But here is one--a Texan scene,
Where Brazos' waters roll in sheen
, Through manya meadow spread with flowers,
For It's in Mays delightful hours.
The cedars shade the river side,
And dip their green tops in the tide.
Meath which the shining fishes Glida
And by that overshadowed ground.
\ small light bark canoe s bound. +
So close the houghs above it arc,
That scarce moonbcGm enters there
Concealed within that da,kened shade,
Reclnes II fair and slender maid
Siumbering SO calmly, she doth seem
4 Naiad of the limpid stream
But let us see why at this hour
She sleeps within that lonely bower.
Young Alvnn was 6 hunter Youth
A fearless one was he in sOoth
Taught from the dawning of his life
10 love the thrilling forest strife,
SO careless of his life he seemed
That perils were but pleasures deemed
Mounted upon his active mare,
The deepest gorges he would dare!
Aud scarce the flying antelope
II nectncss with his stecd could cope
Once, in long and during chase,
Iiis friends. outstript, gave up the race
But Alvan lent them little heed,
And onward urged his tiroloss stccd,
IN daslling DER some meadow land,
lie mot large Camanche band -
loo late he heard their savage cry,
And turned his STiortinr stea1 to H.
!hey aimed their .poin ted arrows well,
And sorely wounded, Alvan fell
Senselcss and bleeding, he arose
But to be pinioned by his foes,
And placed upon lazy mule,
That stubborn cross Of Natures rule!
At night young Alvan was unbound,
50 weak had he grown from his wound,
That he could scarcely keep his feet,
Or make an effort to retreat:
Yet no was bold and cunning too,
For well the Indian tongue he knew,
Although he had not yet appeared
To comprehend word he heard.
There is no loveler spot, ween,
Of shrub and tree and vernal scene,
Than where the Ll9no's waters glide
Along the mountain s grassy side
Ear up the hills, the winding stream.
Like gittoring silver lace dotbs5em
Or like a spangled head-band, nov,
It circles round the mountains brow;
On which the daisy and wild pink
The cooling dews of even drink,
And many fairy aowerets wild,
That U q garden. never smiled,
Upon ncse sunny Slopes appear
Fresh as If Flora fingered near
And there, upon the mountain gay
With fowers,-young Alvan wounded lay
blue-eyed maiden near him stood
Dc European hue and blood 1ti la
Yet, when the silent spell was broke,
Twas the Camauche tongue sho spoke
Her words were murmured mid and low
md with rapid graceful 1ow,
! short and simple song she sung,
Which showed it was her native tongue
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9g her song, the maiden kept
the yeuth, who eaimly>sIept.
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