Mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado Co., Cal.) 1854-1860, 1860-05-19
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AaSoe, in the dark and silent night,
vita the heavy thOushts Of Vanished year,
When evil deeds cone back TO sight,
And ssod deeds rise with welcome cheer,
Alous with the speetreS Of the pact,
Thag cone vim the old years aSng chime.
There SOOms one shadow dark and 'sst,
Ths shadow Of Wasted Time.
Pie chances Of happiness east away,
The opportUaiSiVs never sought,
The good resolves that every day
Have died in the impotence OF thought
The slew advance and the backward step
In the rugged path have strven to climb;
How thsy furFow the brow and psfe the lip,
whsu We talk with Wasted Time.
What are We now! what had we been
Had we boarded time a. the miser's gold,
Striving our need to win,
Through the summers heat and the winters eold
Shrinking from nought that the world could do,
Fearing nought but the touch Of crime,
Laboring, struggling. all seasons through
And knowing no Wasted Time
Who shall recall the vanished years!
Who shag holi back this ebbng tide
That lesves FewoTse, end shame, and tsars, ..--
And washes away all things beside
wAo shall give IL the strength cen now,
To lsAvs forever this holiday rifre
To shake of this sloth from heart and brow.
And battle with Wasted Time
The yesrS that pass not again,
The .hings that die no life renew
But cen from the rust Of his cankering chain
golden truth 10 glimmeTing through.
That to him who learns from errors past,
And turns away with strength sublime.
And makes each year omtdo the laS,
There lie no Wasted Time.
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MY HUMBLE. BUT BEAUTIFUL HOME.
oh give me, when da? 10 declining,
And sunshine is flooding the west,
Ny tvy-eiad mound, where reclining,
lean watch the birds seeking their rest,
And hsten their twitter OF sorrow
Whilst through the dew breeIes they roam,
To nestle and dveau Of to morrow,
In my humble, but beautiful home.
Then give me, when moonlight 10 shedding
It's brightness Ger howrct and tres -
And stars like an array are treading
To natures own music 90 free.
And then let me pen'ively wander,
Beneath the dark cedar trees roam,
And there on its lOvelneSS ponder,
In my humble, but beautiful home
When morn the gray orient 10 sheeting,
With purple and vermisn hue,
End myTiads Of insects greeting
First rays Of the sun bursting through;
Then let me gaze out without measure,
Whilst Vapors like sheeted ghosts roam,
With heart filed with innocent pleasure,
In my humble, but beautiful home.
You may tell me Of fame and ambition,
OF pomp and wealth'S dazzling array,
or those who are in high position
And homage receive every day,
But give me the one love dearest,
Away from never to roam,
Then thou like an Eden sppeareSt,
ny humble, but beautiful home.
A POEM IN THE STYLE OF NAT LEE.
Majestic squirrels leap from frenred boughs,
And food the world in angry chestnut brown,
while lurid insects form the tails of cows,
And weep in snguish for graphic town.
Uneertain Folly clips the snowy mead,
And Fashion laughs behind cloud Of chairs;
But who shall all these starving people feed.
II Angel whispers below down the stairsi
Bring me a boat! and let her arrowy stern.
Be built of mustard from field Of corn
Bring forth the water spout and let it burn
Until thunder-clAp uSurps the morn.
fried are the mackerel and perch,
That erst did fly about the mountains brow,
And should we leave to- morrow in the lurch,
Because cat has twenty kittens now:
No! doubly cursed are pallid bolts Of ink,
Or, rather, all our thoughts grow stale in grief,
Catching the CORY ashes of the pink,
And splitting fury as they take reef:
Fly, desecrated Mammon, from thy steed,
And hang carpet on the moons last horn,
30 all the world shall know newer creed,
And unknown quantities Of babes be born.
Rise whirling Athens, from the spoonbill's wing
Before thy morning spreads its starry tall
Let all the negro Ministries madly sing,
And blood and thunder howl along the gale.
oh, noble Truth! be this my latest song,
Though all men rail against the gift Of speech,
That Mercy hnds its conquest in gong
And love lies buried in brandy peach
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Two Views OF TIE CAsE-Judgc c.,
United States Senator from Vermont, related
to us good anecdote the other day. illuStra
tive of abolitionsm. The morning he was leav-
ing home to enter upon his duties in the city,
a Straight. faced deacon, who looked upon the
whole South as great pandemonium, called