The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1857-07-04
From the Ottawa High School Journal.
HYACINA.

From highland nook, from nossv dell, from breezy
wood and glen,
From haunts her childhood knew, but which she
neer might know again,
From hearts whose watchful care had shed bright
blessings on her way,
From ewes that ever beamed on her with loves mild
gentle ray,
From all the warmth and tenderness that lit her
She passed, DER oceans foaning waste in other
cimes to roam,
Where genial heavens bend above smiling
And wasted beauty blooms again by balmy breezes
famed.
golden West,
Where sunbeams smile, and Nature eer in richest
. garb is drest,
Where mid the dark green orange groves and tall
majestic palms,
mystic power enwraps each scene and lulls the
souls alarms,
Where dark disease and pestilence ne'er sweep
with blighting power;
To steal the glow from beauty, or to nip the tender
But where soft zephyrs ever kiss the flower enam-
elled plains.
And the genius of the glorious summer time for
ever regns.
Where Cuba's purple hills arise with lofty shrub
and tree.
And beautiful Havana smileih out upon the sea,
And where old Mora hangs aloff the standard sheet
of SPAIN
That fondly faunts its silken folds across the wa
terry Main;
Hither they bore the fair young flower of meek
and dove-like eyes,
That dropped before the chilly blasts that swept her
native skies,
In hope that milder might TO her faded cheek
restore.
The bloom of youthful beauty and the glow of
health once more
And Hyacina round and round this land of fairy
bloom,
Inhaled the spicy breezes fraught with nectarous
perfume
Day after day she reveled in the melody of sound;
From gushing founts and singing birds that filed
the air around;
Night after night she gazed above with rapture
Upon the brilliant orbs that sparked in the liquid
skv,
But TO her sunken cheek came not health's rosy
Deaming glow,
Still pale her brow and still her step was fal,ering
and slow.
ed dreams,
Her own dear land; its groves and valcs and foam
ing mountain.Streams,
The grand old forests and rich fields nodding with
golden grain,
To yield the husbandman reward for all his care
and pains -
But mos, Of all she the forms her early child
hood knew
And in their the light Of love still all undim
med and.t .true
Before her couch in earnest prayer she saw her IA
ther bow,
And felt mothers gentle hand upon her aching
brow.
But all, she ever woke to hear q strangers mea-
sured tones,
\ voice of tender sympathy, her pain and grief be
mOans.
The heaven smiled above her without single frown,
And Dian, through the liquid depths ef amber air,
pEel down.
% why bloomed not the Of health her lovely
features DER;
Why sparkicd not her iustrous eye gladsorne as
List We for on the balrny air voice all sof, and low
In luteke tones j. breathing forth plaintiye note
Of woe
Oh home Of NV childhood,
Fair land of the free,
Thy meadow and wildwood,
No more may see.
All Nature before me,
Uuccasnglv smiles,
Soft brecze> sweep er me
Mid these Southern isles.
But oh, | am signing,
Ny spirit Is wrung,
feel ! am diving
ihe beauties among.
Here skies are moro golden,
More genial and blue
Than those which in oldel
Time gladGened my view.
Yet 10 those Wild mountains,
Those forests and streams,
Those clear gushing fountains,
I'm home IN my dreams
What heed the weather.
Tho cold beat the storm?
Where loving hearts gather
IL always Is warm.
Tho round ne soft breezes.
And bright skies above,
Still, still my soul freezes,
I'm pining for love.
Oh father Oh mother.
You'll see me no more,
I'm seeking another,
happier shore
Fair isle of the ocean,
Thou gem Of the sea -
Nv souls in commotiOn
Farewell | am free
As if from far distant shore these last words
met the ear.
50 mildly soft seraph sweet the heart beat low
TO hear.
The last. faint whisper Of the sound soft il died
away,
As fell upon that ocean isle the suns departing
And there within vineclad bower all rife with
sweet perfume
Amid the stai-eyed flowers, one but had oped on
fadeless bloom.
With that sad song fair Hyacnas spirit sought lis
home
Where the sorrowing find solace and the wandering
cease 10 roam.
No more she'll pine in loneliness for human love
and smiles
For that kind tone Of sympathy which every grief
beguilcs.
No more of earthly SORROWS and no more of racking
pain,
Will ere distract her spirit or unnerve her frame
again.
Meath genial bowers and summer skies her soul
grew cold with woe;
For sunbeams could not warm her heart and bid
Its waters flow;
Strangers with cold and fearless ewes hcaped on
the grave the sod,
But Hyacina dweeth now fast b. the throne of
God ANONYMOUS"
CHEMISTS tell us, and they prove it very