The American. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1857-1857, 1857-12-23
From the Louisville Journal.
WINTERS ROSES. !

past and future:
From the Louisville Journal i"'s
AF Y WINTERS ROSES.
Gone is the summer with her wreaths of roses tlg
The autumn winds chaunt dirges Ger her grave,
On the wet mould the dark brown leaf reposes,
II In the bleak east winds barren branches wave
y Nothing remains Of all the light the spepdor glb
That decked the earth as with monarch's s crown
Winter hath called on summer to surrender sH,if
"a Her sceptre, and she lays il weeping down. y
have no vaulted chamber where, defyng
December 3 tempests, flowers may dwell enshrined
Snatched from the dark decay around them lyng,y
i J. unscathed BY cold tnshaken by the wind.
Isl Where southern warmth gives summer impulse
Yet I, TOO, have my blooming winter roses, 1 lat
a wreath of Light around the blazing hearthsT9d
Oh, flowers Of home the bright, tie ever yernalt
The waning summer robs not your domain, alf9
Where'er w dwell the Sunshine is eternal,
And, when ye perish, welcome winters reign!
Dsrk Y that bali thonghweaith and pride surround
Where your young, glowing fices enter not, sat
And cold the heart when ties like these have bound
That turns, implying, from the o,ppaaus lot. 7
Parentsl amid your cherished buds, remember d, =.
The desolation # those lonely flowers
Which dwell unshctered in this bleak December
III Bowed down by more than winters chilling show
Let not the heart be closed against their sound .
Believe the olden legend Of the wise ,g.lss aat
An angel deigned in human form to bound An.
That mercy which we coyet from the skies. 4" a. a
When ye have raised each bowed and broken blossom
W hose parent sort lies deep within the grave,
When ye have filed each young and grateful bosom
with trust and hope your power to soothe and
Ye shall have family rendered to the Father W
A, tribute Tor the blessings of v ur health F
1t is from deeds like these that angels gather
His incense from the affairs Of the earth l@ 5y.tE
Then as your footsteps seek your happy dwelling,
Where light and laughter welcome your return,
With sweeter music shall those sounds be swelling
With brighter radiance shall your hearthstone
burn 'f''+'"
And as the parlor twilight round you closes, @sstI
And fire-light CLEANS light every fitting form,
" Unscathed BY want unshaken BY the storm / aif
4! gF.5 fr Ili a4a 7 la 5siu BEECHMOoR.
ar,; a1.adeaa BEARD. NJ t'a.a
Several metrical attacks upon beard have been
made during the past year. The best we remember
to have seen is the folloing parody on Campbells
dithyerambc on Hohenlnden: S..''. @@ s
Ia On manhood, when the race was young, 'a aE#
81 The beard in unshorn beauty sprung, ''..t .r+f
And nations felt what poets sung -.
"." Mans great and matchless majesty.
-5as- raE .tH reaI 81 a4Un'3 4 n@.atg
But manhood saw another sight, .,,s.g., ,..,-
When fashion bade each luckess wight
With lather make himself fright f@. NH
And use the keen edged cutlery. l. -4...,rr,
lGa With napkin near his glass arrayed stil @s w
40 Zach man then drew his razor blade, lahau 7
With soap and brush a.lather made, r.r...t
'&'' To hide the dreadful butchery. '' '."..
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