The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1858-02-20
alelgh.Ridlng Lona 40.


IIuuah 0r the winter moonlight
White light 90 the drhcd snow
fuUAh fnr the dear up CnuntrY.
Hurrsh Tor the long ago
How shvrr and shUdduT and tTemhie
Old fraHully old, and cold
Nut huTHh f1r the old mans treasures,
The old mans memory Of gold
remember winter moonlight
OfeEreeiiug beauty, like thisi
when gll tFe sars Together
sans aH audible sUuH NJ blssI
When lhe blue was 80 deep 'lat NY young eyci
Mover dreamed 0f that land Gf delight,
which thr old, over whom 10 hangs lower,
Forever imagine Ia aight
There arc stories ~ Paradise maidens
That hemp drunken sons nf Islam
Hear, df0WHilN Wuruurfd hy brerzes
That ustlr lhr whispering palm,
There arc talra ~ white virgins, whose fingers
Hold gobIrls of lifcp,iug vine,
Whom ihr dead who die hW,ely iu battle
Shall clasp iu embraces divine,
/ remember halrl-cyed woman
Than whom never dream was more fair,
Like altar ~ storm glcaurd her brow
Through the dark flowing Hood ~ her hair.
How swim hcW TIE hursca before us,
How tWlf HrW the pHhsiOU- winged hours
40 Turk ever dreamed Of such huurcs
A. lie IA thcRuns of thc Giaours,
Fast, fst went the horics before us
Fast, Ast 10 the night keen aud cold
II tonight those Wild bells sound no clearly
IL can't be- that ! am sn old
SON, soft, how warm was the pressure
On mine u her Neltcty check
Oh, stare go have not forgotten
That joy too delicious 10 speak
Fast fast went the horses before as!
Close, close pressed the check, soft and warm
AND lhen-oh' yc stars through what winters,
What winters ~ woe aud of storm,
What NN H.. Ia
Her secret and mine, ~ our bliss,
When her red lips turned luyuutlN, gently
And blessed my lips with Hiss
Hey, Philip, my grandson, stand up here
post ever 90 sleigh riding now
Are there mnidens who's lips are likcwine eupsi
Whose checks are like sunsets o'cr snow
Have the hearts ~ NuuuV beauties grown colder
Are checks now forbidden to press
Are there lips whose son voices viii whisper
Loves latest aud sweetest eatcss
Ny lire have aoNu udn--I am old
And the current ot life rtmuuth slow
They glide swim Hs the sloigh.Tdpfs drive
Who travel the road that poi
Bot silently, lonesome and cold
No belts ringing out uU the night
No check against mine, no delicious carcss,
TIL my hope shall be- changed into sight
The suow.drin, lir deem IN the church,afd
lcaprd up over head stone UUf cross,
While deep under SNOW dun aud prayc.mouud,
And head Atsae Iauu aat"r.d 9,th tro--
Iics i9e maiden. ,Mh2sg eyes Of soh hazel
AND the Mss of her lips that once blessed me-
/ shall knoW-whcn the blessed arise
My boy when you drive down The valley
Rrin up ~ the church in the glen -----
Gp .laVlN and acftdly hN IT,.
And Phil--do not touch her lip, then
l,t--- tl4a llal child hui sit quiet,
And press your cheek ciuErty 20 i''7FET
let the horscs 800 gently, aud hear you
The psalm Of the solemn old hrs.
Then up the long hin with rattle,
Then down the sharp hill with shout
Then clasp tho glad girl To- your bosom
And kiss her red lpH I'LL they pouI
Then tell her the old happy story
And hear her sweet Yes whispered low;
Then hurrah fir the white winter moonlight
Uurrah for the brave " Long Ago.