Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-02-17
- For the yorkvihs Enquirer.

=, Mr.. Editor: Here am sitting by my'cosy fire,
smoking my pipe,-xatching the curious forms a
mohg the embers, listening to the fairy voices
singing in thc.wood, and musing drcamily, and
cherishihg sweet fancies.: And amidst my re-
veriss shere1coues brigh, vision. 1see. toTe8
'ggir just blooming into womanhood. Therose OF
health is blushing on her cheek, and with wealth
of raven hair her head is crowned. A robe or
psarly silk and snowy lace is wrapt around her
faultless form, and her marble brow is wreathed
with lilies twined with roses. "Tis --as when
I saw her last, when we wandered forth at the
evening hour beneath the pale moonlight; and
when we heard the soft strains of distant music, l
said brave words of hope, and breathed deep
VOWS of love. But across my vision comes cloud
And now hear q Taiiing sound of woe, and stl-
fed groan, and 10 cry of anguish from broken
heart. Isce funeral bier and a,larkened room;
and o pale, cold corpse. tits my loved-myiost.
Those bands that have pressed are folded.now%
those eyes which beamed with jcy'and love are
closed; that fond, warm heart is etilled forever
now. Ah, we'll day but now hear a'glori-
Gus sound Of heavenly music, for golden bells
are ringing now, and jeweled harps are bounding
now, and angel voices, singing now, are saying
"Sister, welcome home!" '...' -.
But Lam musing: still, the'night wanes on, the
fire burns low, the ppeis cold and Iwish, II wish
wsrea bird nm eagle, a2sparrow, duck, a
nightingale, or d buzzard, any thing, so that
could fly. 1 would. fly away to the blue hills
where my forefathers chased the deer and sing
the sweet songs of love, or the brave hymns Of
Freedom; to that fatherlaud where my mother
roaued in childhood drinkingdeep drapghts OF
inspiration from the pure air which had nprtured
a BURNS, and from-the rills whose clear waters
had mirrowed the noble forms Of WALLACE and
BRUCE. I'd 60 the mountains VI here MoNTRosE
assembled his tartan-clad Warriors, and in fancy,
hear re-echoing still, amid rock crags and eagle
eries, the wild notes. of NfcGREaoR's gathering.
I wish I were a. bird ! I'd. yisit France, sunny
France, joyous France, and I'd peck at the grapes
in the vineyards. Tdcarol merrilly in the Champs
Elysees aud sing sad requiem at Pere 10 Chaise.
,pd perch upon Napoleon's column, and sing my
most triumphal song in honor Of the fate.oonqusr-
ed oouqueror. Then I'd fly to Versailles or to the
Tuilleres, or any where else, until I found the
beautiful Emprcs, Eugeni e and I'd say as plain
as bird could speak, "Hail thee, Queen Of the
wide extending Iettiooat, may thy criholines in
crease in amplitude, and may Napoleon never
be blown UP; until, .at evening hour, in curtain
lectures thou dost elevate him to the skies"
wish / were bird I'd cross the seas and
mountains to thy bright land, Italia And meath
thy clustering vines and spreading olive trees,
rd1earn loves soft lessons from the bright eyed,
fery-souled brunettes.' Tdgaze enraptured on the
embodied visions of the inspired artists mind,
where bright-hued fancies cluster thick. And
there where Dante sung, I'd sing; and there
where Petrarclf loved, I'd love. = -
I wish I were bird. I'd cross to Palestine,
where Mount Moriah still remains where Leban-
on lifts high its spow-capped SUBMITS I'd stand
on Oltet and Calvary; by Kedron's brook I'd wan
der, and on Capernaum's shore. And where.the
k,Jordan's waters roll.Fd hear o hymn from the
waves, for they do murmur yet the song which
angels sung at Bethlehem. I'd stand beside the
tomb Of Him Sho led captivity captive. and con-
,qnered conquering death. '.: =.
From all these lands where poets lived and
sung, I'd gather flowers of song to wreath in gar.
lands of Poesyj but 80. e. e.. : ,...-.
wish Iwere bird! I'd fly away to some far
offlaud beyond the blue curtains which. hinder
mortal vision I'd gather the Lotus flower and
drink the Letheau wave and taste Nepenthe.
Reverizingly yours,
RUBY.