Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1858-11-13
Mistellaneouss
LILLE.
ny CELEsTIA n. COLBY.

Dost remember, Lille, a vine clad bower,
Near the wild woods cool, lcafy glen,
Where oft we spent q 9iiet hour.
Far from the haunts OF worldly men
In that lone solitude, twas sweet to find,
A friend in my retreat Of kindred mind.
And FROM the waving chestnut bough
Stirred by the winds cUmmotion,
Half open burs were dropping dowL
With a light and airy motion
And the equirrel with agile tread
Leapsd 'mong the branches over head.
Far above the wild grape hung.
Its clustering fruit on high
And the sweet notes the robin sung,
Were rich with natures melody.
Yet sad and pensive was the lay,
Echoiug nournfully of decay.
For autumn's breath was on the breeze
The flowers shrUnk from his footstep cold
And he emerald robe of the grand old trees
Was embroidered with crimson and gold,
No king Of the East in his splendid array,
Could boast of a robe SO magnificent and gay!
We heard the thrilling music Of soul
As we sat in that bower 50 quiet and still
The hearts, deep emotion, oh, who can control,
Or hush it's wild throbbings at will.
You may fetter u sunbeam, or turn it aside,
But cannot check the hearts strong tide.
The careless, gay and giddy throng,
May seek for bliss in the crowded hall,
May join the dance, or list to the song,
That binds their hearts in its w~itching thrall
Alone with nature 10 her widest retreat,
IL a D liss more lasting, pure and sweet.
Echoing tones of music strange and wild.
Are borne aloft on tn ambient air,
The chorus of birds harmonious and wild
And the zepbyr's low whispers greet us there;
All sweet to me with book or friend,
Twilight hours there to spend.
Imagination urfolds her radiant wings,
And bears US away to her fairy domain,
Where the balmy Dir sweet odor brings,
As it watts along DER the howery plain,
Where everything we see or hear
Unites to charm the eye and please the ear.
The cares of earth recede from view
Those cares that weigh our spirits down,
And gems Of thought all bright and new,
From their hidden source are thrown,
And music, soft as angels know,
Falls sweetly on our hearts below.
We paint the future, oh, how bright,
With rainbow tinted hues,
Nor cast one shade upon its light,
To make the picture true,
And vainly think that life can be.
Serene and bright as Fancy's imagery.
ave we're dreamers, thou and l."
And much we loved to wander,
Mid earth's fairest, gayest scenes,
And on their beauty ponder,
And marvelled oft, if the spirits home.
Could be fair as places where we roam'd.
Would that we again might meet,
AS oft we met in days Of yore,
Within that bower of messy seat,
And daisy s~pangled floor.
Yet ne'er again our hearts can be
So full of hope and youthful glee.
Art still a dreamer, happy as when,
On that cloudless autumn day,
We sought the wild woods leafy glen,
Alone to pass an hour away
Seems earth as fair, and brightly clad,
As when thy heart was light and gladf
Years have passed since l gazed on thy brow,
Or met the glance of thy beaming eye;
Yet oft in fancy l see thee now,
And feel Thy heart hath its home on high,
That thy spirit hath pinned to soar away,
And dwell no more in it's temple of clay.
Autumn winds rave swept thy heart,
Rudely brushed its hopes away,
Left thee like a leafless tree
mid ummer's forests gay
Yet the young vines with winning grace,
Seek round thy form a resting place.
All, there are ties that bind thee her.,
Thou msy'st not lightly sever,
Those smiling, happy babes SO dear.
Would miss thy care forever,
Who would guard their helpless youth
Or guide them in the way Of truth
There's a life long work for thee to do,
A high and holy task to thee is given
Noble toiler on the field of life!
"There's rest for thee in heaven
But ere thou reach it, that home divine
Patient endurance must make thy 'life sublir
CHERRY VALLEY, 1876
From the New York Commercial Advertiser.