New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1863-12-12
nss,ae them. gazing at the sklcs,

At times be listens. listlessly.
10 the ireetoad singing in the tree.
Or sees the cut bird peck his ill
With feathers adroop and roguish biz
But o'cn with pleased uaTcst,
tie lifts his chances 10 tae vest
Watching tie kirt.es. red and blue.
Which cross the meadow In his views
And he hears, anon, the busy tirohB
Sing tho straw berry Pickors' Song
REC the sweets our meadows bear
Ere tho day has reach'd its no"hingi
While The skies are fair and the m0ruings'f
Awakens the thrushs tuning.
Softly the r.7ulet's ripres fow;
Dark il the grove that lovers knowl
U.-o vherc the whitcst blossoms blow,
The rsddest and ripest berries grow
Bend 70 the crimson. fruit. whose sta'a
Is glowing on lips aud fingers;
Tic sun has lain in the leaiy plain'
And tho dust OF his pinions hnGers
Softly the riguleis rippies flow;
Dark "a the grove that lovers knowt
here, whore The whitcst blossoms Dow
The reddcs, and ripcst berries gn0~
Gather The cones which lie concealt.
WITH their vines your foreheads reathngi
Tho straw tcrr, field its sweets that yield
While the western winds are breathing.
Softly the iivulct's rpplcs fow;
Dark IL ihc grove that lovers knowf
Here where the wh,cst blossoms blcv.
The rcddest ana rIpest BERRIES RroS'
From the far hillside comes again
An echo OF the pckers sirein.
Swee,ly the group their cadence keeps
swiftly their hands the trai,ers sweep;
The vines are stfpp'd and the song 10 sung
A Joyous isbor for old and young
For the blithe children. cleaning behind
The women, MARI lOus treasure mud.
From ,he workers maiden PARTS
Tic baskets NJ lcr waislband shine
With berries that look Ike bleeding hearts
o. 4 hundred lovers az her slrinei .
No Eastern girl were cirdcd SO wen
With silken belt ana silvery heH.
Uor slender form IL tai and strongi
To- voice was the sweetest IA the songs
Her brown bair NJ 20 wear crown.
Loose from IL bonnet fippcs down.
Toward the crates inat lie IN the shade
OF tie chestnut copsc al the edge Of tie elaae'
She moves frorl her inHics. thro' happy rows
Oftho children loving her as she goes
fifc. our Alict one ard all,
Striving 10 stag her footsteps call
dor children with skilful choice, dispense
The iarcesse e their lunoccncoD
Bot on, with q sisters smile she moves
Into the darkness OF tho groves,
And defly, daiutiy. one by one
Sscliers her baskets from the sun.
Under tie network. fresh and cool.
Oily leaves from tho crystal pool.
Turning hor violet eyes their rays
GlsteB'd iul IN the ,Ouag mans ga1ei
And each az each. for a moments space.
Inokd with di'lident surprise
Heaven /" though Hugh :" what afucss grace
That aborcr's daughter g.orihcs
never saw q iaiTef hoe.
never heard a swceter voices
And Oh we're she my fathers choice.
NJ fathers choice .ud mine wore sns
IL the siraWbcyTy.i held and morning snn'
Alec Dale Of course becomes Alico Van Ghel'
nd tie happy pair 60 to housekeeping on It'll
,..s, which Hugh had received SO birthday fFor
is grandfather, and
hero fo- happy pastoral year he iiFd the 'ee'n'n
fed;
eait.-.Id TIC narl sbure his land and Ga,her'd u
orchards yield;
Iua alice. in i.r III simple guise. liss LIN at esei
.ra bcr fsc. was 20 him an angel, face. ind love WI
al "a al.
What il ibis light IN tic southern sty painting re
alarm,
yln, is this trumpe, call. which SQUADS hro pescei'
village and farm.
Isrring tic suset idynio rest ,i'lpg The Children
aush ts tfciet on tie hearth. and the lovers eve
1dF yongi
The change in the course Of the story Is thus ind
,ated. ond the sequel may be guessed by rcadc'
without further explanation on our part Hug
axes up arms, Iaungcs into the thickest OF u
.ght, and does noble service in the cause Of b
.ountry. Tao remainder Of the poem Is devoted
lie description OF his career, and though as =
.ayo already minated, ii IS often harsh and broke
I expression, it abounds In OF vivid pathet
interest, egincing the devotion Of the patriot wit
he fancy Of the poet.-Tho volume contains se'
,rsl smaller pieces Of various merit, among whic
q. Tbs Test" and Tho Old Love end the New OF
I tho authors happiest vein.