Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-05-29
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For the Yorkville Enquirer.
THE EsTRANG EnIE n T.

THE EsTRAN GE NIENT.
BY HOWARD II. CALDWELL.
"Alas! they had been friends in youth
But whispering tongues can poison truth
And Constancy dwells in realms above:
And life is thorny, and Youth is vain,
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the BRAIN
CoLERIDGE.
1t was the golden summertime and Ger the fields
around
Fair Nature smiled in beauty's prime, and many a
cheerful sound
OF bird and bee and hopeful man came swelling on
the breeze,
And far and wide as eye could scan, all spoke Of
But near gurgling brook I spied youth mid
Natures bloom
From whom all Hope and joy had hied to watch
DER memory's tomb
Erewhile, I'd seen this noble youth speed Ger the
meadows fair,
And thoughts of bliss and love and truth spoke in
his face and air.
The bounding pulse, tn elastic step, the kindling
cheek and eye
And Hopes wild day dreams on his lip seemed then
too bright to fly!
But now, with languid step and slow, he wandered
sadly on,
G0ne was the HuSn, tne nre, tHe SloH,-tne laies
Of Hope were gone.
heart too warm, soul too true, to chill or change
were his
And ever to his raptured view Love seemed the
perfect bliss.
And when the maiden loved so we'll seemed truly
all his own
Lifesmusic, passing sweet, lin witchery's
widest tone,
And their casped hands and earnest eyes and beat
ing hearts did speak
To yonder placid, star-lit skies, VOW one scarce
dare break!
She was not loved because the light of beauty lii
her face,
Although her features all were bright with Loves
angelic grace.
She was not loved because her mind could grasp
the sage's lore
For oh. not these can lead or bind Loves strange
mysterious pow'r.
His mind was brighter far than hers, for he ras o.
the fer
Who teach this stupid rortd Of ours, the Fair, III.
Good, the True.
He read, thro clouds, to others dense, Natures
mystic scroll
The wonders of the inner sense, the secrets Of the
soul.
Enough he was to her the type of Great and Good
and Wise;
And she, Gods noblest workmanship seemed ever
to his eyes
And yet-a hasty word he spoke, and every tie was
riven.
The bonds of years her anger broke and vows
breathed up to Heaven
All memories sweet, all hallowed tears in joy or
absence shed,
All hopes Of bliss, all smiles all prayers in wild
confusion fed.
He spoke his sorrow-prayed her yet to pause,
perhaps recall
Her fearful words ere yet too late twas vain,
twas nothing ALL
Henceforth, their pathways lay apart. Well! Did
the maiden die:
Oh, little pain was in her heart, small tears were
in her eye.
but then she loved him not' you say. Not so,
this is the way
That "women gives their hearts away in this our
modern day.
We're romancing now, in sooth the maid should
surely die,
But as this is to be the truth, I'll say not So
not |.
Young ladies noV are trained TO kno~ that there's q
proper ~ay
Iohave ssheart-breaks" and "sndIess ros and "sel-
ing's dull decay"
Men may be such old-fashioned fools to love but
once in life,
But girls trained by careful rules to be some
bodys wife;
"As good fish in the sea" they think, and some
new lover soon
Shall watch the bosoms swell, and sink to sighs
beneath the Moon.
hope, oh friend of better days that thou within
the heart
OF SOME TRUE WOMAN yet mayst raise flame that
can't depart.
As for that callous, sad coquette, hope she will
be paid
By heavy retrbutions yet, and live and die OH
MAID