The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-01-27
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dear little sleeper, under the graveyard

4 AEar ntsle beautiful, under the buttercups- |
,o1 L"ss ntte Hover dropt out Of my life
To y NY witness, smile as think of you, |
- n - erFEhs WEAKNESS, fever and strife.
4. So. little beautiful, under the buttercnns
Jaw we'll s1' % 70 nave i' cherished 50
Shutting my heart on the pain Of ,one,,res.
Singing--nos sooolnglIbid thee farewell.
No one who has ever read these limos
can walk through Oakland, or anv othe-
cemetery on summers day and marx the
many graves Of children with the butter
cups and daisies growing over them, with.
out recalling them. a.. a-,
CAPT. T. M. REwsON.
Capt. THOMAS NJ. NEwsoN has written |
ballads rather than poems, and as such
some of them are very good, especially
"To CARRIE" -ts
1. Thy gentle image charms me now,
AS when at first we met;
And that sweet face, and that fair brow;
I never shall forget, a. .
Though time may roll Its boisterOus tide,.
Along LIES troubled sea, .f-'s-
Still through its waste, howe'er so wide,
Ill fOndly think of thse.
MISS JANE GAY FULLER.
The poems of Miss JANE GAY FULLER
appear to be characterized by vigorous,
almost masculine thought. There are only
three of her poems contained in this work,
and it would hardly be fair to judge her
by these but so far as these go, there
seems to be more of. sentiment than feeling
in them. " The Heart of Seventy-Six " is
much the best of the three but despite
the editorial commentator of "The Life
Book" it does not strike me as particular
ly beautiful or original. The subject, in
deed, that the mother, father, brother, sis
ter, and every "fellow immortal I" should
fill their "book of life" with such actions
and records as will be useful to others, is
good one but to me, there is more
!, thought and beauty in one verse of Lone
FELLOWS " psalm of Life, /" Ga poem on the
same subject than in the whole of Miss
FULLER's lines. Treated in different
way, the subject might have been woven
into fine poem, but this would have re-
quired more fervid and passionate ina
gination than Miss FULLER seems to pos
sess. extract the first stanza of "The
Life Book"
Write, mother, write!
new, unspotted book of life before thee:,
Thine is the hand to trace upon its pages
The first few characters, to live in glory,
Or live In shame through long unbending
Write, mother. write =.
Thy hand, though woman's, must not faint nor
The lot is on thee-move thee, then with
Il mothers training time may never alter;
Be its first impress, then, the breath Of prayer,
- Write, mother, write q
10 81 CAPT. SAM. WHITING. sa-E
Among the poems of Capt. SAM. WHrT-
ING, ." A Minnesota Idyl " is the best, and
one, perhaps, which Minnesotians can ap-
preciate best: ' e-'f' s.-.''i ..s.--
Know ye the land where the grove and the
In natures bright robes are most gaily ar
rayed? '1r-
Where seasons are charming however they
vary,
And springs bubble up meath the oaks fra.
grant shade? Azr...,.- .q..n f.
IT'S here where the rivers that fow to the
Through fair Minnesota in majesty ron;
How oft on their green banks I've strayed with
POI, . emotion ,.f.- b. .-.,l ....r.,.,f.
OF high thoughts and fancies beyond my
5si'5 control. h-.- -gt5EI g..'..,'
II have often wondered that Minnesota
has found 30 few poets to sing her beau
ties and praises. Mr.. WHITING is the only
one among the Minnesota poets 7" who
has touched the theme, if we except Mr..
YARDLEY's poem on St. Paul, and the po-
en- of Mr.. BRYANT on the lakes of Mime
sofa. ..sr..s....... ... ,...... ST.,
CHARLES 8. BRYANT. ''a'
The poems of Mr.. CHARLES 8. BRYANr
are of more than ordinary merit, and al
though he disclaims the name of poet,
rank him as among the best in the work,
including Mr.. WooD, Col. BAKER, Mr..
YARDLEY, EMILY BUaBEE (Mrs. MooRs),
Miss BACON, Mrs. HARR1s, and Miss DON
NELLY. His "Lakes of Minnesota, " and
Mississippi Boat Song" are both good.
1. How lovely falls the summer day,
Der Minnesota's silv'ry lakes, 'n'.
When, like q queen in bright array
And regal pomp the moon awakes.
Here golden twilight fingers long, .raa
- Mid gorgeous flames OF, Northern light,
And fades not with the nightbird's song,
=, When stars beam on the brow Of Eight.
L. 10 lmuR0 OdcA VIC otdTIy WOIlO,
=. These lakes as mirrors long have stood,
While eircling ages have unfurled
Gods works, all beautiful and good.
Now sparkling as earths coronet, .l5
49,. With silvry sheen and l0veliest flowers,
Inwrought with lakes as jewels set
In this glorious land of ours.
The first ssanza of the mississippi Boat
Song" is given below, and for an impromptu
poem it certainly is not bad: - II
The Ganges sweep through Hindu lands.
The Nile through Egypt runs,
The Niger seeks the golden lands,
Beneath burning sun;
The Amazon from mountain line,
Pours volumes in the sea, -
And Europe boasts vine-clad Rhine,
But none compare with thee. Il ..a-
From ages past, as now thy sweep,
From northern climes has come,
Wide-swelling, gliding TO the deep,
Thy genial ocean home! .a- -a-.s
CHoRUs-Oh, river! broad river:
l. o. We come TO the with song,
| Our boat divides the foaming crest,
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