Delaware State journal and statesman., 1867-07-26
For Re Journal and Siotssman.
THE VILLAGE.
M lgfis THoRNR.

v,na hi.udal liBt'ning ear, while reheafAs
A simple village history, in verse;
:. ,Iarna With no attractions for the great;
p.,,b,pco to some hearts Aught with memories sweet
vo .,sa can look on scenes unmoyed, trow,
AM, ,,s, With ehildhood's gles, or mAnhoods woei
s.ans. ,bsy have mingled in, aud glad OF heart
a, sor,owfol, have ever borne their pirt
Tbs llmpld sire am that flows so peaceful by,
p.v..lipa pebbles numerous, which lie
Nal far below with here and there a stone.
,Ths little SntArAels Of ehildhood'a home)
s,nl glldes along upehAug from early years.
changed kind stream receive these tears
M. a,m n,arAoys yet with Its ancient sound;
A. ervstal falls, into the white foam bound;
ma wnlow dlps her long arms In the stream,
rs.n hands 10 sea the bright reflected greeni
and there the village maid mirror nndF,
.ra tbe Wild flowers In he's tresses binds
Nor sees the smile approving Of the swain
,vho o..ss fopdly-rsRps-then looks again;
toryina 10 hear resound the evening horn,
r.,, .,vlhe Ia hand he may the maiden join,
Ana breathe the rustic lovetais in her ear,
shnvinz the vii g antrsllscei sottage near
Ts me, ys fAwning, perfumsd satellites
To risbly 'broidsred silks and jewels bright,
uov will your we'll turned compliments compare
Win all bis arlessnoss aud truth sinseIei
There pserng through the trees, and rising high'r
Than those green branches, see the village sriIe
p,t 10 LONG mum'ry dear, but dsar to those
Who love the Sabbath hours Of sweet repose.
All saiutsl-old oxford l-gray with many year,
Ytown not, y.ur aiSles are n remembrance dear
usthiuks there echoes still the wellknown tread
OF the loved slumbsrsr, with the sleeping dead
The ehurch.yArd Of tha hesr l-how cold how drsar
How footsteps Of the past fe-eeho thsrol
Thread the green lane asc1nd the gentle hill,
And yisw below the ever busy mill
There the rude Leg worn smooth with msnv tread
lie, cross the Atream, just as Of yore it didi
Raj In those dAya you passed beneath the shade
How qrAtsful thata little woodland madoi
Now hswn thone noble oAhs and gone the vine
which from that truak no ttorms could dls -entwine
60 cllngs the trusting heart to one fond breast,
30 both retire together 10 their rsstl
Nov come We to hsAilsesnes, the home Of QUE
An aged pllgrim-now safe landed homsj
Hsmiry goes back, and 10 that form appears
Asil did long ago. all bent with years.
Now rocks she TO and fro--now knitH the hose,
With those dread spsataClsa upon her nose,
And pserins DER them, with Indignant brow,
At sbIldhOod's mischief in the corner now
sslEning to knit--then DER the iims to glance
VI paper Specs all fOunu upon lnb
A serious lecture follows then Tor sure,
And oG the little eulprit walks, demurs.
There stands that aged oak bsiols the door,
With Its bArksd limbs, much whittier than Of yore,
lh1ii-Arma Of childhood, when the moon thons cut
Aud autumn's breeze scattered the Leaves about
Flnclsl As stFhngein Summer nlled the brain,
Asd winters fruat.woIk on the window pane
thoVei 70 the eyes OF childhood crystal trees,
Palaces tall splrsH, strange people rocks aud seas,
Lurutan groves fantastic founla thlngs OF all thap
and hues.
Bot then, alas they're but dlssolvlng views
The sun rides hlsh--ths panOrama's goIa-
lsansl drops FROM Out lifs'B book OF song.
thus Oh the windows Of the yonthiul heart
Bright mases Of joy and splendor start
thus AirSuilt castles, with their turTsts, riss,
Ard Bold-Vsln'd hills mount tow'flng 10 the aasa.
But nov alAsl the noon day sun rides on,
Aud manhood ands his ehlldboods pictures gone.
BOL where's The spot we lsitr All, now I sea
WgEe bsen raietlng meath the old osk tree.
Nor yet borsOttsn the sweet brlAr that grew
Clos BY lhs door; thu little gTssn- too.
Where many AZ hour with that old man was spent
family Attaehs, aged, Lent.
hls SAns now laid aside, his pipe forgot,
fhs plates once that knew Kim, know hin not.
Ashluks see him as he used 10 stand,
Leaning bis chin upon his trembling hand,
Just oSr The garden gate, with eager SAT,
Tbs usual gOssp Of the day to hear.
Youth travels on and leaves the old aud gray
Like mill'tOnss they have paassd alOng the way
PAss Of old meu.'rl,s there Is yet spot
That time can never from its pages blot.
AluiSl homo. blessed spot Of earth,
i0r there mothers eye bsaulsd round The hearth.
How cold that hearth its Smbsrs dead Rua gray,
Whsu the ioad mothers voice hath passed away
No visAnt chair like that, no smile so sweet
lasoTphAhd heart shall over, over meet
lite babbles many .hupd, riblng pp high
If0n the clay pipe, pleasing ths childish aye,
Hsit srs We sean their sv'ry color bright
L'A'luE bot memory Of the beautoous sight.
S'"llliy from the orphana heart have sped
in0'a rosy hours like to vApor ned,
ana the Ions heart looks upward to the sky,
while the sweet spirit mother scars on high.
pu' In that village friendly bsarths there are,
4 Aud hearts Of kiadnsss, aud the wsleoms cheer;
sea that have smiled at cbildhooda merry gle,
And With the borrowing, w,pt in sympathy.
around those hsarlL-stOnss may they long Ablse
usnuy At last, down lltea rough hillside glide,
Aua Ike that uwsat-spot's verdAnt shade,
NP ire'h ln hsAtR, whom 10 their rest They're laid.
.ai nov Tie pen would only step to take
t'N Glaheaa at what memory doth wake,
nOFnui' farewell to ths llmpld stream,
sn'e1tlrA0l, the dam, the willows green,
u's' to the maiden fair, mods to the swain,
Aed hopes kind future will his suit sussini
rDs' low isqulem to The churches old,
o''A'hs' blessings for the Shepherd aud tie iJII,
,''asa The rough hand of the industrious mill,
Ger the log and aauntsrH up the hill.
y, ~ 'hs lew standing patriArehs Of the wood
N 'e'erently bows and dofs the hood
NJ ,s''''' on the aged oak before the door,
HY''' u may see As many spring-tlmss more.
Il D'AS' In The bosk Of mem'ry the forms
" nose Who sleep secure from worldly storms.
'n,ss a SPOT where mon,'Iy fingers long,
pAet I'LL Time's long reaching arms urge on,
TT..'~a Dig drsp on the old hearth stone,
s 4'u travels On, ali lilsnt aud alone,
u'Epnsa lev kind friendly hearts to tell
4'" warm, and how sincere, the last farewsll