Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1857-04-02
New Series Vol. IL, No. 81.
communications.
For the Lewistown Gazette.
PROSE POEMS.
A SERIES OF DAY DREAMS.
By 7. j. sTINE.

was lhe tIine when the buslle of the
| day begins TO be hushcd, and Evening
with modest bushes ventures forth. Sc.
rene the cerlilean sky arched over head.
aud beneath the earth spread out in velvet
green, made beautiful by the golden re-
| Elections OF the setting SUM- The thicken-
ing shadows of the pine covered mountain
were Engineering over the green vale at its
ieei' and up through the tops of the old
shade trees the smoke of the evening fires
was gracefully curling; and as il ascended
from The chlmneys of my native village as
from ''plpes of peace" ii mingled with the
crimson tiats of the evening sky. The
Ploughboy, with merry whisting, was re.
turning from the field, and "the VILLAGE
smithy" was leaving his smoky shop
The last ring of his hammer for that day
had died away upon the anvil. The low
ing of the herds and The blearing of the
locks, returning from their pastures, and
the carol.ing of the nesting birds lent a
pleasing charm to the evening, and con-
trasted strangely with the low love.notes
of the shepherd boys flute. The cottage
tables were spread and iGvilngIy awaited
the home gathering toilers of the day.
Weared with close confinement during
the day, | was seeking recrealon-bodily
and mentally. in one OF my accustomed
walks. | was walking in a meditative
mood, along the moss-coyered bank of the
village streamlet, sweetly murmuring,
Without name, but endeared 10 me by
many te.l
seated myself beneath "The Old Oak
Tree where often are had sat before, and
looked upon the riPRling streamlet. 1t
was an ancient tree-the oldest that stood
ttere-the giant of those that overhung
the gurgling slreamlet. 1t was sacred
tree, conseerated by no Druidcal rites.
but by the pure vows of village maidens,
and the soft sweet sighs Of love- But
especially was that old tree dear to me-
Here had spent my happiest hours, beau,
tiful, holy moonlight ewes. Here used
FLORA 10 sing for me her sweetest song;
here she gathered for me the brightest
/ flowers that grew OH the bank of the
streamlet; here she smiled. and looked love
in my eyes when clasped her in all the
/ I"yousness Of an early love as nv affian-
ced to my bosom. And here sat and
with fearful eyes read the few simple lines
upon her tombstone.
Q, sacred spot how could else than love
10 steal away at eventide to thee,
! For meditation:
But now | was there alone. .4io,,e2
No, not alol.e. There was my loved ones
! grave. Beneath that simple stone, the
humble but alleclionate tribute of love
that never, never dies, lay, but mingling
with the dust. that form so beauteous once,
SO full of life, SO cherished-the ,embodi-
ment OF what in woman is of most worth;
virtue, adorned with lovelness and sane
titled by piety. And over that sacred SPOT
did angels love 10 hover. Yes, there. as
beneath the moons pale light | sat and
unused upon the checkered past, angels
did hover. with whispers of sasbetler land"
and eternal reunion of kindred spirits
! parted here. / looked upward. | cast
my eye from star TO star, and though saw
/
IN the twInkllng of each an evidence of
guardianship over the place of my medi-
iations. | looked up TO heaven with an
earnest gaze; for whittier else shall the
weary lile-plgrim turn his eye? My NOR
tal eye would fain have pierced the veil
which hides the heavenly land from ours.
called the name of Flora" O.Iwould
just then clasp her to my bosom again.
ana imprint love kiss, as used TO, on
her ruby lips. The heavens opened. An
angel band appeared, in shining robes of
purest white, and golden harps were in
their hands, upon which they discoursed
such music as may not be defined by an
earthly pen. And there was one: she
smiled as she looked down, holding in her
hand crown such as has never been seen
on earth, inscribed with the new name
which it was revealed TO me / should re-
ceiye hereafter. reached my arms up
ward" My Flora my crown ~ "Noi
yeti returned the angel in voice so
sweet, and SO unlike any that had ever
heard, that I leaped up with desperate