The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-06-28

The following thc Home Jo,rHoi calls knot po-
ctry- beautiful threads, but somo trouble TO Olsen
tangled
Something 'mong the branches auttercd
Near me, and low chirp uttered,
So ] turned, to mutcly question what the some
thing was | heard -
What the ruStng in the treo-top, what the object
was that stirred.
When, from where the boughs kept swinging,
CWmu another low chirp ringing,
And, as IL he would be singing, ooyly perched
browu-wingcd bird.
Evilenuy he was trying,
by his sage and earnest oveing
Ofmy movements 'moug the shadows that beneath
the old tree fell
As lac bobbcd among the branches, something new
and strange to tell;
SO paused, aud sat reclining,
That my friend, So sleek and shining.
Sing the song, or tell the story, that his bosom
seemed 10 swell.
And 10 make thr matter clearer
To his waiting, wondering hearct,
Hoped he on twig still nearer, plulniug smartly
all she while
Every ruillcd, rumplcd feather till NY face grew
all asmilo
At the orator. cndcavor
To be fine as well as clever
To the grave and garden audience that his soft
bpeoVh would pcEWle.
And at length, from branches pendent
Foatcd down these words respondent.
While | sat entraucod and stircss, with only
thought inspired
" have swept the heavens above me, with d
wing that never tired,
But to see forever waking
II no light of Peace were breaking
So benignly, and divinely calm the millions .Eua-
fired
al have swung DER hill aud valley
Crouched meath caves in crowded alley
Hid in green trees by tho waysdc, where but fields
Of silence lie
Watched through many moonless midnight even
ing star in youdcr sky.
But to know if none gave token
That the magic word were spoken,
And the warriors steel were broken. that no more
the carnagc-cry.
"North aud South my wings have wandered
East and West my heart has pondered
Over all the treasures squandered, wasted without
good gain
Over all the precious lifc-blood, flooding like the
summer rain
From ten thousand boSoms lcaping,
In red torrents mldly sweeping,
Down the rugged mountain -gurgus--down the
sweetly Welcoming plain.
But at last, my wings, half weariod,
Would this venomous vampire nordr drag its foul
shape from shore
Must it fattem on our b.others, sons and lovors,
cvermore?
Or will yet the thirsty demon,
Trailing DER the sod of trcemen,
BY mastri-hNnd be throttlcd till its perjured
life be oor?
"Must again the SHOWS white spendor
Dash and drip tho woodlands tondcr
allen too soon
On another budding spring time, or another har-
vest moon,
Fleck its beauty haunted shadows
Ger the mountains aud tho meadows,
Ere again nur palms hare gathered Liberty S
lOng-imperilled boon?
"Bui, one night, the world went dreaming,
When the winds were quiet, seeming
And the dews dripped heavily on me, rocked
within my air-swmg nest,
When the star my EazO 50 lungcd for, shook its
bright ram on my crest;
Lighting all the dark around me,
DGShing every doubt that bound me,
Till the vaguo and voicecsS midnight throbbed
and quivcrcd with unrest.
"Then l knew the misty dawning
OF grand and glorious morning
Soon SHOULD burst along the hilltop, and the
brightly welcoming wave,
Over every iubiant freeman, over every grateful
slave,
TIL these torturng years Of terror
Years of anguish and of error--
Sink like worn aud wrclchcd cXes to an unla-
mentcd grave"
Though the wondrous speech was over,
Still fingered 'mong the clover,
Dreaming dreams that sweelly thralled me, while
the brcezes sang and sighed,
And my eloquent bird had vanished to chrp the
story wide
Over forest, hill aud valleys
Over mart and court and alley,
Till each dropping soul should rally, like pa
triot true and tried.