Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1858-11-23

el WHICH the asohrr drives ms llUg,lnyh-
And then It's rivers lei my fancy 70
Where Tiber runs or 10 the wnlruy p
Or glItterng Ganges or where mr'I,s ",
Laves ivy urns, on Tintprn Ruins hI.b
Or Clyde It's cascades and It's Cora Linn.
From where IL ends 10 where It's cour.. H.
Or let US pause beside the MrlGose Tweed -"
Which ShePherd-Iike seems sIlvsry Aoc.. =.
lead,
His waters answering for Pastoral rsri
Now did old ocean own some central Isle
Where olive leaves around a goal mlgs. .,,,
We often think what stream those raye. ,''',
win,
OF all the racers, at their coming in
Metaihks the Umpire would tn. boon aw,,i
To those twin streams winch Ia iny ,rr-ry,, a
Lord,
Unloosed rivet in the Blue Ridge cnaip
And hurled II of all down the neIgubor,pyrr...
To minsle their freed drops with hoary ma
For this bright river deed, when yet boy
And to my race IN my behaviour COY.
One OF the pair became my dearest toy.
II pleased me then Ger my light boat 70 lean
And scan the waves where woods aa, m,
them green.
Or from the Prov 10 watch the que; dock,
AS skitis came out In many swanlks docs,
Thus was my theme by boylsh memory G-c,s.
Till tancy's selt on valley seas was wrrc,r
And on the wreck, II PROSTATE, power,e,. Ia,
Till taken of about meridian day,
By pensive Bessy Bell and Mary GRAY,
Adieu sweet Mary Gray and Bes.y BIN
My feet feet have reached Weirs wild and >n.-..
cell,
Where some celestial fancy sure mas wroqg.,
In gems and halls, and diamond point. i,
thought,
A subterrsnean cave, where Pilgrims call
Alike the naIads or some wood nympas hal.
A Fribourgh hermit, II wrought revolving yesr
In stone; but what did all his toll worn Gaze.
Produce! kitchen, parlor, and al altar Zoe,
But how could Hermit's hand or Artist s,oe.
The magic room of this romantic cave.
With chrystals, such as Eastern Queens mis..
crave
Earth's crust just seemed kind OF evergreen.
But Weirs dark cave, mad dlmmed tue enrFsN
scene.
And black cloud Of N ost por.eH,ous form.
Held the dread secrets OF zenith storm
The storm is DER; bird cholrs III music rir
Danced round the wheels OF after thunder Ilir.
The impulse sweet my dusty sandals -.i
And mid the noles latchrd my flowing belt
And as my ringets drank the RUTH ny ga.e.
| homeward turned through Massanut,eG vac
My feet from home are now not Tar away
And thither bent, and as the Saxons say,
We trow 10 reach ii by the Sabbath day,
And then before this runaing moon BE- spent.
Nh nalI fol md .t.t
Yet in tree shades the Pilgrim broke his mer
For ten gold minutes sleep 10 dream VI home
But an that dream; my household bell a4,
tolled,
And death is round my Heaven protected TOD
Or else some smltten man from neIglb0ng
grange,
Has buried there, saw one pensive range
My funeral ground, as II intent 10 Look,
For some bret sod, III my sepulchraI nook
Just as woke, sportsman ueeHdrd cane,
Who asked with ssucy tongue, the igra,
name
Why kill a bird, said |, in Towering June
So newly born! ros. and left HIM soon.
lis known full well that IN PeTth's hr trresE.y
The Grampians range; and there the ShePheF.,
Tyre
No, not one lamb; much less flock 10 keep
For be was hove born; like ploughman Blr'
And many others whom the freaks AID 'gra
Ofliies all complex wheel have brilliant mG,
l hat thrusts them out from many a kdw.'l0a
glade.
This bowel boy when he TO manhood grew,
Straightway 10 honest occupation flew,
And trudged the glens OF Perth like wtnteng
Jew.
And on his slender frame he bore a pack
Not OF rich Persian silks, alack, alaCk.
And thus he crossed each Wild and heather g.aIt
loo wild tor plOughs, or Tor the gardener spa4s
And held bis way DER many burns ami brats,
BY straths and Icons, where highland warI
plays
With heather; and through Derby Lyon al!
Glen more,
And other glens renowned, in PerthshIrs Iof'
And then perhaps be slept on some haynck,
In moonlight shadows made by Brn iorilcE,
But may not TINS appear 10 be remote,
From that dead bird that woke my Piarnu's
note!
We answer then; this man came DER the sea,
And on the greensward OF our Northern Ir4'-
he shot bird, from want moi wantonnessi
And as 1t lay, in lis rich crimson dress,
he stripped It's shroud; thea formed the purlo''
high,
That be whould turn kind OF WOODLAND ~;
And thus the Pedler entered lanes proud gs,'
Where vain expecrants Ia dense armies walt
And in that solemn hour, the hour TO die
When Turks and Pasans have been known %
try
For hat y.,birb 10 .i,cara a.. Ia.
OF all around, and lett his firm b.hr,l
10 lay him down-not where the organs
sound,
Should chant bis rest, in temples vast and To1i.,
But near the roots OF some good greenwood H7.
Whose lsafy top, well tIinged tower m'Eh. be
For birds 10 light, that leave their AIRY r,cA,
And from II chant his long drawn coronAc1,
And to this time, cen 10 this present GAY
There lighs the thrush, the lnnet aud ;ne dU
Aid all OF violet wing and spangled gray
AT home, sweet home, my scallOP gen'ly lam
Till upward hung on old familiar walls
My reed, companion OF this RLue Ridge $40.
Has hushed Its squeaklng notes-and iH'h H'
bowl,
So oft from mountain wells and brooks e..
piled,
With shoon and scarf is kindly laid ASIDE.
And banded hat, stuck full ofOtter io"ef',
Culed from the Peaks IN June all trrYIi ao.'
Now bring that youngest born TO Father ~
Husband, he sleeps beneath the wIIIo" tee
My consort sad replied--DeathO On his steel
Bore of the loved one with electric speed
OF sorrows cup my heart was made TO d"1''
As TO the mound bove the sorrowins rhA'
AT twilight soft my bud like Felix died Ill
The hour serene which men call evening .'s
His coloring went TIL IN moonlight 's".
Ny Dolphin swoon'd when you were ia' "''
me-;