Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-09-17
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HEwANDERTNG SHEPHERD
BY N. BOYNToN, ESQ.

BY N. BOYNToN, ESQ.
Bright glows the sun on Jndah's hill,
Where dwelt the Chiefs Of IsraeTs race,
And slowly fading at his win,
Night yields him in her strange embrace.
But ere the purple beams Of heaven
Have rolled their splendors on the gale,
Ere winged Night her car hath driven,
Alcidas wanders down the vale.
Dreuched are his locks with souldering dews,
And dim his tall expanding brow,
But years of toll cannot refuse
Each claim which pride engenders now.
The mountain torrent pours its tide,
From rock to rock along his path,
The thunders ofthe caverns wide
No more disturb him in their wrath
For oft with wild undazzled eye
Those mountains has Alcidas scanned,
And DER their nights that scale the sky,
Surveyed the borders Of the land.
Alas, on Judah's distant plain,
Resounds the strife of furious war,
Chaldea hath her vassals slain,
Her heroes roll the tide of war.
High on her hill where Judah sits,
Clothed in the pride ofheaven's throne.
Detection and her Daughters weep,
Earth's laureled chiefs exults alone.
To him who woed the mountain side,
Whose glory beam9d from peaceful locks,
The griefs of war could not subside,
He sought the wild unguardeJ rocks.
And since Chaldea hath declared,
That Judah and her sons are slaves,
Since to the strife their breasts are barred,
No ray ofhope Alcidas Graves.
A uobler pride his bosom shields,
Than guarded tyrants hate or claim
The pomp Of dark emhattled fields,
The tide ofpower, the lust of gain.
High up the heavens the orb of day,
Beams downward from his purple throne,
From hill to hill he winds his way,
Nor halls the splendors OF the morn.
Upon the mountains barren peak,
Through hoary eyes deemed divine,
Hope and Despair their sentries keep,
To swell the gloomy walks of time.
Farewell to morn the shepherd signs,
Farewell to Beauty's circling gaze,
The heroes wand may shield the wise,
The clouds of fate assail the brave
Wild is thy fate the desert rock
May hide thee in the raging storm,
The sulphurous cavern shield thy walk,
The mountains pride withhold thy form.
Zen though expressions sovereign's sway,
Foretold the terrors of thy doom,
Eternal truth shall guard thy way,
Love shall dispell thy midnight gloom.
Natures stern voice besTows no charm
When dismal hate assails the breast,
But though despair's resistless arm
Eniolds, her lords are doubly blessed.
Morn comes and goes, on Judah's hill
The clang and clash of arms has ceased,
Destruction slumbers at her will,
Her tyran It's shout in songs and feasts.
Butn the tide offestal joy,
And songs resound in Judlh's halls
The fight the fierce Chaldean bare,
In din array along her walls,
The thunders of the battle spear,
The pride and hate of mingling foes,
Her guiltless breast hath rung with fears,
She weeps the child of dubious woes.
She halls the captive's doom her own,
And bends beneath the tyrants power,
Her marble gates are overthrown,
Her domes are crumbled in an hour.
But all, not zen Jehovah's hand
Thy coming fate could lie declare
The fends of vice must He disband,
To rear His throne of glory there.
Another morn, and where the food
Sweeps downward from EulnGen's plain,
To bless that relic of tiny sod,
Eternal truth shall live again.
Each tender flower that gilds the way,
The midnight lurking tiger leads,
Or cheers the fragrance of the day,
Honors not the life Alcidas leads.
No sordid wording fires his brain,
On Hates OF Loves dismantled wing,
He dwells where tyrants cease to reign,
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