Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-01-24
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From the "Knickcrbocker."
THE BLIND BOYS LOVE.

From the "KnickcrbOcker."
THE BLIND BOYS LOVE.
By JOHN II. NEW.
List. oh. Iist!-shc is drawingncar;
For her tiny step and brief
Falls softly on my strained ear,
As the rain on vernal leaf!
WHY beats my heart SO wildly now,
Ard starts my blood in fiercer fight,
And crimson neck and cheek and brow,
As sskies, they say, when wings the night!
Why, cen my tongue forgets its art,
And croucheth down, oppressed with fear,
As lilacs when the north winds part,
or beasts whose master cometl near.
All me. she has passed me like the breeze
With odors from the autumn plain,
Or like a ship Der southern seas.
When scarce ripplet scars the main.
But, as a wrecked one on the shore,
When night has set her sentries pale,
Whose low bowed ear for cvcrmOre,
Is filed with rustlings ola sail.
stand all brcathless, hearing yet
The murm' ring of her fading fight,
While every sound is sweetly set
To the music of her foot t-fall light
But thou, nv LILY. shalt never know
The soul that, like the restless sea,
To thee shall ever ebb and flow,
Unceasing as eternity:
For who am to dream of love-
OF thee, twin to Beauty born,
Whom every songster of the grove
Grects with his carol, as If the Morn!
No, no; those lake-like eyes Of thine
Should mirror back face more fair
Than this poor, dark one, sad. of mine,
Where moody sits each fullbrowcd Care.
And vet, my Con. if for an hour
ThOud'st grant me in her eyes to gaze,
How cheerful would yield the power
Of life itself through countless days!
MISCHIEF MAKERS.
o. could there in the world be found,
Some little spot of happy ground.
Where village pleasures might go round
Without the village tattlng;
How doubly bcst that place would be,
Where all might dwell in liberty,
Free from the bitter misery
OF gossips' endless prattling.
If such spot were really known,
Dame Peace might claim it as her own,
And in it she might fix her throne
Forever and forever.
There like Queen might reign and live,
While every one would soon forgive
The little slight they might receive,
And be offended never
IT'S mischief makers that remove
Far from our hearts the warmth of love,
ana leau us all 10 uisapproNe
What gives another pleasure;
They seem to take ones part-but when
They've heard our cares, unkindly then
They soon retail them all again,
Mix'd with the poisonous measure.
And then they've such cunning way
OF telling their ill-mcant tales, they say
"Don't mention what said, pray,
Iwould not tell anothcr;''
Straight to your neighbor's house they go,
Narrating everything they know,
And break the peace of high and low.
Wife, husband, friend az. brother.
o. that the mischief making crew,
Were all reduced to one OF two,
And they were planted red or blue,
That every one might know them!
Then would our villagers forget
To rage and quarrel, fume and fret,
And fall into an angry pet,
With things so much below them.
For t is a sad and degraded part
To make another bosom smart,
And plant dagger in the heart
We ought to love and cherish;
Then let us cvermOre be found
In quietness with all around,
While friendship, JOY and peace abound,
And angry feelings perish.