The Yazoo Democrat., 1859-10-01
FOR THE DEMOCRAT.
A MEETING.
BY CHARLES R. BUNNE.

lis light brown locks. which Oft at Berthas call,
In wild profusien mingled with his plume,
Vow down in thin, disbevel'd ringlets fall,
Like weeping willows Ger tomb
We meet again; the scar on his cheek
Told still the story Of boyish spree
But when Ispoke of Lahnack's vanqushed Greek, =
That faded eye resumed its lurid glee
like fever-patent, when the heated brain
A moment wanders through air of balm
Half conscious, half asleep it paled again,
And all, save quiyering, suffering lips, seemed
calm.
When boys We parted, where the Weser joins
Its homesick waters to the oceans foam,
rhe roseate visions, fattering future coins,
Bore each, perhaps, teary beam of home.
And here we meet--a dark Magnola's shade
Relieves the faint blue within Rodolphs eye
5ops glittering fan, on Southern forests laid,
Like beauty fades. Rodolph, can memory die
Flowed youth serene if it was but dream
A beauteous dream-why do we still dream on?
If fancy's idols are not what they seem,
Why hold the branch from which the bloom
has flown?
What is it, Rodolph, which in manhood even
Bids reason hush, when sensitiyeness pleads,
And bids the singing tenptress leave her heaven,
10 lure mortal whom she but misleads?
Why murmur, Carlo, if Minerals singer
Permits thee taste cup Of transient bliss?
Each glee, each joy, like rays round rains linger,
Bless each oasis u waste like this
The butterfly Of gaudy colors tumbles
Through summers time twill soon be loWly
laid
Wouldst weep above the fall bloom as it crumbles,
Because that it and its gay pllierer fade
Cheer, Carlo, cheer
Let memory invite us
To banquets Of glee:
The glooms that benight US,
Must speedily fee
The enchantress rep0ses,
In labyrinth Of roses
sunny cured maid in her dream,
And the gems Of her breast,
So witchingly rest,
Like rose-leayes Of June on a stream.
Still round our Alps the mountain roses scatter
The twirling leaflets ever as before;
The eagle, whom in youth we failed to fctter,
Now in his pride knows scarce how high to
soar.
Adown the lake the Eastera's gauae is trailing,
Each rowing shadow with the ripples ooys
Each wild dehle repeats the hunters hailing,
And all seems as when you and were boys.
Around the Furca's peak the Alpine glory,
Like banished steel, glows in the setting sun,
While round the Finsterdarhorn, gray and hoary,
The mist shrouds circle, closing one by one.
The Alpine horn from where the Rigi towers.
Sends forth GOOD Night" by numbers chal.
lenged round.
The timid ohamois listens mid the flowers,
The snow-peak eagles scream imbues the
sound
The pauses where days lingering cmbers glow,
And with the darkness ST eks the shelf below
He paused; for here the memory Of another
Linked with the scenery and the vale below -
The memory of sister and a mother
marked the tear-but oHe-of secret woe,
Alb beauteous scenes have graves as well as
flowers
Aud dear affection singles out lis tombs,
His eye surveys the tree which graniy towers
Would fain conceal emotion ;--he resumes
&" I've listened to the North seas hollow roar,
Aud traced the forms of giants in the sand
Pve sat by the peasants humble door,
Have grasped the beggar's and the noble:
hand.
! What matters all "a watt from fate's dominion
Will raise us, sink us-hubbes on life 5 sea,
Now fitting memory prunes her varied piuion,
| Alike mid rains and mid scenes Of glee"
But, Rodolph, if thy school of travel taught the,
To fancy hower-banks upon this waste,
The needless boy, perhaps, who ever sought thee
In youth too eager fattering fancy chased.
The mountain goat beyond the chasm's rampant
Like fortunes phantom, gambolei clear Q
reach
Our hectic fires now alike are temperate,
Still, rocks then taught what books can't nov
unteach,
"Aye, Carlo, and the jooose mountain maiden
The first at morn to bend the flowers down
! I've met her oft with fragrant herbs Ger laden
And eased her load to vex and see thee frowI
The rocks bore signals Of thy m oody coming
A sweethearts name but be not angry nov
The lake boat bore US lads and lassies joining
The prettiest lassie's hat upon the PROV"
" But cites thy memory still the blushipg novice
Few years intuse strange fires in her breast,
(The nimble Yesta, mindless of her Office,
Has had thoHgAt-she screens the rosebt
} otest)
The joys Of ohildhosds innocent oaresses,
Though deeply felt, are not at all revealed
The step is firm and studied; an her tresses
Once flowing wild, now to confinement yiel
e My Bertha sleeps where too would be res tia
:. On Lowartzs isle, where nois less breaks t
wave;
. The Violet and the Forget-me-n mot are nesting
e Beneath the icy bower on her grave.
t Affections buried; self mourns recollection
. near the tomb--but nm cheerful still.
r. Embrace me wanderer, and mark this reAecdo
e Court fate in youth, in age bow to its will
A harp untutored, framed Of slvan reeds,
Feoomes, perhaps, players sun burnt har
: streamlet which through rugged courses ca
- Can but with spirits of its likeness blend
." The mountain echo feebly heeds the "saint "
al The wild flower suits the child of her fash
to not.
o. Two schoomates met, and Rodolph's voice, Il
i. faint,
Is hushed forever meath the valley clod.
as IA sobriquette given to fellow student.
ne TEUToNIA Sept, 18th, 1859.
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"a, Garibaldi has resolved to maintain in
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