Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-04-27
lFrom the chicago Journal
THE RIVER.
NJ prSJAMrS ?. TAYLOR

Oh. river far r-aowins, ..
How PToff shHs S5s wsS snmy for thee;
Anu w And Eurocydon urges
The bold-riding surges
That in white-crested lines gallop in from tine sea-
oh, bright hearted river,
Like blade from itS scsbbsrd far-asshns abroad;
And I think, as gaze
On the tremulou8 blaze, 100,
That thou surely vert drawn by an angel oil TOD
Through the black heartof night,
Leaping out to the light, A., -, ,
Thou art rocking with sunset, and dyed with the
u'"SI Glen the emerald sod
Cleft the mountains OF Cod .
And the shadows Of rosesyet rusueu tnereoh'
Where willows are weeping,
Where tho ffown Of the mountain lies dark on thy
xrcturus now shining,
Arbutus now twining,
breast.
Then disasteI'd and dim,
Swinging sullen and grim,
Where the old ragged shadows Of novels are shed;
As in dream, or in doubt
In the reeds and the rushos slow rocking the dead
Where all crimson and gold,
Do the fieecy clouds hock to the gateway Of even,
But way paved with morn,
In the great stony heart
OF the feyerish mart,
Il the throb Of thy pulses pellucid to-day,
BY gray mossy ledges,
BY green velvet edges,
Where the corn its saber, thou glidest away.
Broad and brave, deep and strong,
49,, Thou art E iaPsidPg PSI n mSlons t,rhr,on, ,;do
Ana 'nf a. s'a Fbt ss ss e the daf,ed 'n' 'io'
White swans breast is lifted,
Or the June fleet Of lilies at anchor can ride.
Through the close-ordered ranks
With thy eddes like children, at play in the shade
Then unsheathed in the sun,
Where they sleep, one by one,
BY the iocks of white villages decking tho glade.
And yet, gallant river,
On-tiashing forever,
That has cleft the broad world on thy way to tn,
would part from thee here,
And Hebrew, WI read back to thy iountain again.
Al, we'll Esmsmber,
Seemed to fall Ike snow flake, and melt on thy
Ger thy waters SO narrow,
Used to send his low song to his mate on the nest
When a silvery skein
Wove of snow and Of rain,
Thou didst wander at will through the bud-laden
All the air sweet psalm,
And the meadows a palm,
Asa blue vein meanders liberal hand.
When the schoolmaster's daughter,
With her hands scored the water,
Aud then laughfngy profered the crystal TO me,
o, there ne er gparkled up
A more exquisite cup
Than the pair OF white hands that were brimming
with thee!
And there altogether,
The bright summer weather,
Did we loiter with thee, along thy green brink;
And how silent we grew
II the robin came too,
When he looked up to pray and then bent down to
drink!
All where are the faces
From out thy still places, -
As we bent hand in hand
Thou didst double the band
As idle as daisies and as heeting as they.
Like dawn in a cloud,
Like the babe in the shroud,
As rose bud clasped in its frozen white hand:
At the mothers last look
1t had opened the book,
As If breathing June abroad In theland.
oh, pure, placid river,
Make music forever
In the gardens of Paradise, hard by thy Throne,
For on thy fair shore,
Gently drifted before,
We may find the lost blossoms that once were our
own.
All, beautiful river,
Flow onward forever,
Thou art grander than Avon and sweeter than Ayr;
IL a tree has been shaken,
If a star has been taken,
In thy bosom we Iook~6ud and Pleiad are there!
take up the old words,
Like the song of the dead birds
When heard its high hymn,
When the headlands were dim
Shall e'er weave again such arythmus for thee!