New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1865-03-20
The bee, TIA, feed ali Winter OF honey

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In sunshine he makes the hay,
Aud drpdges In rain through muddy stfeeth |
While nope the livelong day.
when dinner is over. he. like drore,
On the sofa snoozes away,
And over the paper NOPE alone
At night AZ ! moped all day,
They called me lovely when ] was yOarg,
And fond Of praise and display;
4 Is a tale that's told aud d song thatssuhg'
For-I NOPE the hveong day
An old admirer unto me came,
Resolved new homage 10 pay
And tenderly sghing, Whispered lis fame
As moped at home one day
He came lust otter the postman's bell
Ny husband was far away
And when he swOre that lie loved me weh,
moped rather less that day.
An Indian god In jewcled shrine
Condemned forever 10 stay,
Lie me--if avc-would nope and pine
When alone the livelong day.
From worship TO earthly love is q stride
A stage without relay
The abrupt transition touched my pllue'
And moped no more That uays
He seised nv hand and felt spark
His eye shot wickedr ray ,
Which / sometimes see again III the uMA
When I've moped the liveIong day.
Though forgsve him. be wanted still Iaore'
l sc0rnPd INV vows IN bctray,
But ordered him to be shown the door,
And moped no more that day.
And Isomct,mes wish that this stupid life
Might finish without delay.
IN n virtuOus, accompanying wuef
But NOPE the hyeiong day.
And when TO our marble church We Go.
wonder why people pray
For have everything here below,
Yet nope the lveloDg day.
We will make room for one moro extract, both
IN account Of the deeper vein of feeling "hch IL
shows. and of its revelation Of personal experience
, kind Of writing which always awakens interest
whether In prose al verse though the author makes
10 attempt TO rival the confessions Of the saint AL
justine or the sinner Rousseau
SUB TEGMIYE FAGI.
You marvel l should bid farewell
TO cities and TO men
Al 1ftv-and contentec dWeU
Within this lonely sien
Long he II ere Affections give
Y0ur undimmed faith the ne,
nd teach You it is hard 10 i've
Where those you cherish dle'
While hese draw. with every breath.
OfHie a balmy share
Yonr city seems the haunt OF deatn
When 10 1t repair.
60 many Of lie palaces
Are sepulchres for me.
or those who shared happiness
That never more shall De;
That when nv footsteps pause beside
Some old friends dwelling place.
A erayestone seems the door, once vice
With welcoming embrace.
And cen the living few. ofkD
Ny comrades yet meet,
Seem toitering 10 a funeral,
Along the ca,ous street.
Lar from walls In mourning hang
And mutes so nigh the tomb
These forests seem forever young.
These he.ds dispe NY gloom
cannot tell the birds apart
Which In my beeches sing,
Prom those which, last year taught 10 heert
To beat IN tune with Sp1ng.
The self came squirrel seems 10 trip
PROM branch 10 branch ID goe,
That bebeld last Summer, SKIP
About the self-same tree.
The nighthawks OF the close Of day.
The owl IN supper calls
The cricket cbirps his roundeay
Beneath my chimney. wall;
And thus II is bid farewell
To cities and to Won
At fifty-and cottentcd dwell
Within this lonely glen
S.versl of the poems are inscribed to the friends
and relatives of the writer as If he wished 70 ENJOY