The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1863-07-11
Original l)uctrn.


One half this musical day of june
From early dawn 10 the golden noon
Through the silence ri budding woods,
BY nuuld,ling trunks and splIntc!rt rocks,
Where the flesh moss clusters in painted locks
And Tie Nv Hight of id-dmy hrood',
With a weary step have wandered on
A.ur from man and the AGED town,
I'LL now ON the height sand,
And from my solitude hook away
through the calm and Infinite blue I'll day
And down on the cultured land.
air lie Tie wales in twinkling green,
18th streams thar glimmcr and wind between,
Now hidden by hill and glen,
nd now like blades that ac drawn i'll Fight
,h CLEAN of sudden aud starry light
L.cnping TO view again
ok altar on men with hoes
! sum Drowned hands amid the rows
OF corn but dinly seen,
", far below lies tlic tUlr"Wrd plain
nd the h!ndcd ranks sccui hut II stain,
Tie tantest stain III green.
ic day is hot and my matted liair
nd my weary brow to the wind bare,
. The soft wind Of the SnIh,
That cones with voices from the seas,
From tropc flowers and troric trees
And the kiss Of its balmy mouth.
% life is Il thrice blessed thing
Though It's enyious moments never bring
But one hour bright MS shls
Not vunIv the wondruuS cr" was given.
Not yuniy tlc heart is crushed and rivrn,
Or the nail through Ike quvrrin% spirit driven
With an infinite, burning stress
II the trcmulous tide of earthly bliss
pours in on the soul through gaze Ike this
Only for one brief hour,
Whilst IN that hour we look abroad
On tie ,ea,iul way that we have trod,
On the mrasurrIc,S, green domain of God,
And grasp Hin like flower.
I drink the life and hear the breeze
R,,sIing and tossing the nountnn trees;
see, like IL fiery s;ar,
ThrC1lgh hcechcn Nistas, the led-hird'S plume,
Tie ,nllm-ikc fem and the kania bloom
And carrots OF silvrly mo>>, hn Soi.e
Sad, sad, dark thoughts will OYER INT COME
What music without Il jar!
think of those who have stood ike me
And looked on strmc as fair To STE.
As bright with bloom and dew,
Who hoped with horc more dear than mine,
And looked un "A landscape moie divine,
And on heaven as blue.
Within my heart and around me fonts
That sweetest and >;lddc>i of all sad notes,
4 voice from the buried years;
From ii land Of vanished paths and streams
And faces tina, haunt us IN uTr deans,
OF swer', hushod lips and Of liulc graves,
Where the view thar over II tombstone wave
Draws lie from lie river OF tears.
| think of some who, 10 me, are dead,
Though living still; and some who tread
That fur, mysterious shnic,
Which, though oIir hearts may ache and burn
lets lot one captive's foot return;
] think o.. those Whose face to see
Was He tl, glory of june To me;
feel the life and | see the bloom
But the mourntul thought will over Inc come
| never shall &c ilcin more.
sec the faces of those who fail
by tn, CORY blade and the cannon BULL
On the smoking participating;
hear the muier aud deepening rear
o the seeming ruin that ynwi,s before;
see pale mothers and maidcnS 90
With hearts all drowned in their gnfs Of woe,
Aud from early morning 10 setting sun
Wi listen and vcilln i"r the sep "t enc
That they never will hear again.
faanonSriUc n. Y. r. II.