The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1861-11-08
To n Musauito.
Fair inseotl that, with thread. like legs spread

out,
And blood extracting bill and nmy wing.
Does murmur, Ms thou slowly sail'st about,
In pitiless ears full many plhintive thing.
And tell how little our large veins should bleed
Would we but yield them to thy bitter need.
Unwillinely. own, and, what is worse,
Full angrily men hearken TO thy plant;
Thou geitest many Il brush, and many curse.
FOR saying thou art gaunt, and starved, and
faint:
Even the old beggar. while he asks for food.
Would kill thee, hapless stranger IL he could.
I call the stranger for the town, ween,
Has not the honor of so proud birth
Thou com'st from Jersey meadows, fresh and
green,
The offspring of the gods, though born Oh
earth;
For Titan was thy sire, and fair was she,
The ocean nymph that nursed thy infancy.
Beneath the rushes was lhy cradle swung,
Aud when, at length, thy gauzy wings grew
strong.
Abroad to gentle airs their fold, were ilung,
Rose In tie sky and bore thee soft along:
The South wind Oreathed 10 wait thee on thy
way,
And danced and shone beneath the billowy
bay.
Calm rose afar the city spires. and thence
Came the deep murmur OF It's throng of men,
And rs its grateful odors met thy sense.
They seemed the perfumes Of thy native fen.
Fair lay its crowded streets. and al the sight
Thy tiny song grew shriller with delight.
AT length thy pinioms nuttercd in Broadway.
All, there were fairy steps, aud white necks
kissed
By wanton airs, and eyes whose killing ray
Shone through the snowy wells like stars
through mist;
And frt sh MS morn, on many cheek and chin,
Bluomed the br ight blood through the trans
parent skin.
Sure these we're sights 10 touch nm anchorie!
What! do hear thy slender voice complain?
Thou wailest. when talk ofbeauty's light,
As ifit brought the memory of pain:
Thou art Il wayward being-wel-come near
And pour thy tale of sorrow in my ear.
What sayst thou - slandeierl - rouge max es
thee sick?
And China bloom at best is sorry food?
And ROwland's Kalydor, II laid on thick
Poisons the thirsty wretch that LuIes for
houdl
Col twas u just reward ,ha, met thy crime
But shun the sacrilege another time.
That bloom was made 10 look at mot to touch
To worship, not approach, that radiant
white:
And well might sudden vengeance light on
such
As dared. like thee, most impiously to bite
Thcu shouldst have gazed at distance and I'D.
m.red,
Murmured thy alteration and retired.
Thou'rt welcome TO the town but why come
here
To bleed Il brother Poet, gaunt like theel
Alas. the little blood ] have Is dear,
And thin will lie the banquet drawn from
me.
Look round-thc pale eyed sisters in my cell.
Thy I'D acquaintance. song and famine, dwell.
Try some plump Alderman, and suck the
blood
Enriched by gcnorouS wine and costly meat;
On well.iilled skins sleek MS thy native mud.
Fix MY lieh, pump aud press thy ireckled
feet:
Go to the men for whom, in oceans hall.
The oyster breeds, and tie green turtlcs
sprawl.
There corks are drawn, and the red vintage
Gows
To III the swelling veins for thee. and now
The ruddy cheek and now tho ruddier nnse
Shall tempt thee, AS tEUu iittcs; round the
brow:
Aud when the hour Of sleep SIS quiet hrlugs,
-tliAcHErr on Bay ,ST.-- Home Jouindl.