Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-02-24
For the Yorkpille Enquirer.
WE'RE La BIRD:
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BY wM. II. MARTIN.


I'd hasten away on the wings of the morn
To dwell in the land where Wallace was born,
where his diseathralled spirit at evening'return
To hover o Fer Scotland with Bruce and with burns'
And there on Ben Nevis where wild eagles scream
By solway's clear waters or Atoms still stream
On Cheviots blue hills, or by Loeb Katrines waves
I'd chant q wild ccronach over their graves.
I'd go by the banks of the NTH and the Doon' ="
And braes of Balquither where summer comes soon,
By Ailoway's Kirk and the Auld Briggs of Ayr,
And Craigie.barn where the spring aewersbloom
fair;
Iwouldhasten along by the fountain and food
Der Mediterranean hill side, through meadow and
wood;
I'd climb the rock crag to the wild eaglo's @re
And sing there song full of love to my dearie.
We're o bird
I'd cross the white Alps, fair Italia, to thee,
And light in famed Venice the gem of the sea
When San Marziales bells angelus ring
And sweetest of songs the gondoliers sing
I'd fly to Genoa, swift borne on the breeze
Which kisses the cheeks Of the dark Genoese,
And under the olive trees aching above
I'd drink from black eyes draughts of passionate
love.
I'd ha stem to Rome, once the queen Of the. world,
Now alas from her brow the bright diadem's
hurled)
I'd mount the old Forum, and Esquine hiH, a.
And Empress Of nations I'd fancy her still.
I'd sec where the Tarquins once dwelt in their
pride =.
And stand where Lucretia for chastity died;
I'd seek for each temple, each shrine and each
fame :.
Once drenched with the rich blood Of hecatombs
slain. :.
I'd gaze till my soul overaowed with delight
At the fairy-like visions so airy and bright
Which in childhood illumined the depths Of my
heart, T
All realized now by the Masters of Art.
While memory dreams of my bcyhood would bring,
Where Horace and Virgil once sung, would sing,
Where Raphael and Angelo roamed, would rove,
Where Petrarch and Dante once loved; I would
love.
I'd cross Ger the ocean to blest Palestine -.
Where the Godhead incarnate by mortalswas seen;
In the long sought for Canaan, the blest promised
land
Where Saem's proud temple was raised, would
stand;
Where the Cherubim hovered illdmed by the rays
Which beamed from the face of the Ancient of
Days;
rdfoHlow the paths that Emanuel tired,
And dwell there in Bethlehem, birthplace of God.
I'd wander along By the deep Galiee
When golden-brighs starlight Is gemming the soa,,
And where the blue waters Of Jordans stream ROLL
A sweet song would ribratc the chords Of my soul;
For. its waters smooth flowing oil calmly along
Still murmur 80 softly henvenlysong ),
The anthems that seraphim loudly sung, when
They told the glad tidiugs salvation to men"
I'd stand upon Lebanon's summit Of snow,
On Moriahs proud height, and on Oivets brow,
By Kedron I'd wander to Gethsemane
Where Christ groaned aloud in his strong agony;
On Calvary hear still his last dying cry
"Elpi! Eloi !! Lama Sabacthani,"
Aud then at the sepulehre stand by his tomb
Whose glory forever illumines its gloom.
But uere1 bird g.
I'd bic me away to some far foreign land,
Some Isle Of the Blessed, and light on the strand
Where the shore-kissing wave purely white-crested
curls
Over 0ccan-bed spanged with jewels and pearls;
Where light winged zephyrs disport in the.trees,
And aower-cups welcome the healthg giving breeze; !;
Where will Paradise birds play beneath the blue
skies
And the Phoenix immortal, in glory arise.
I'd fly to land beyond weak mortal's ken,
More distant and high than the ghost-1ands fmen;
Than Northman's Valhilla where 0din and Thor
Received to their banquets the heroes of war;
Than blessed Elysium of Roman or Greek;
Than indians .blest Hunting Ground further I'd
seek; -
And on my bold pinions far higher I'd rise
Than Musseman's bouri-flled, bright, Paradise.
In that land where the breezes blow rich with per-
fume,
Where the Amaranth flowers unfadingy bloom,
Where the Lilies and Myrtles do rustic their bells
And Roses entwine with the blest Asphodels, !
I'd gather the Lotus, forgetful of home,
And by the bright Lethean waters I'd roam,
From their waves fall cup Of oblivion I'd drain
And borrow Nepentbe for sorrow and Pain.
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CHERAW CORRESPONDENCE.
CHERAw, Feb. II, 1859.
Dear Enquirer Your Editor and Proprietor
may. for aught that know to the contrary, both
be exceedingly cleyerfellows. In fact, am strong
lyiuclned to believe they really ore. And yet
think it not fair, right and proper that either
the one or the other should be always addressed
personally by letter writer's for your columns
Y,, ,,oursc1f are the ;nd;piduaI the person to be