Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1868-01-16

w 0ulQ, nOteRS COteRS, Wlluly stldJ,
Like insect all summers day;
But finding naught in Fancy's field,
That could moments pleasure yield;.
They onward pressed their anxious flight,
Till thy sweet image gave delight.
Then firmly held by potent spell
My thoughts with thee did constant dwell.
By day, by night, all else forgot,
Thyself, sweet Amphrey, was my thought.
On hopes bright pinions lifted high,
Bright troops of joy plain descry,
With outspread wing approaching nigh,
When we, by Hymen's power one,
Rejoicing like the summers sun,
Lies course together gladly run.
Dark yelled in thought no longer [
Will hide my love from Amphrey's eye;
And since sweet Floras symbol tongue
To me has joyful tidings b-ung,
will, in turn, likewise proclaim,
The hidden thought and secret fame;
And tell of kindred hopes and fears,
Of sighing days, and midnight tears.
To Gull loves emblems let me haste.
And here my time no longer waste"
Thus spoke Aphelia-blushing maid q.
And down the river gently strayed;.
And now she plucks with fairy hand
The nodding flow 'rets as they stand
Affections wreath with anxious care
Her nimble fingers quick prepare.
Now to the brink the nymph descendss,
Now, o er the stream she graceful bends,
To grasp yon flowers which blushing seem,
TO be enamor' Of the stream,
And stopping sweetly kiss the tide,
The waving waters as they glide.
But, All! from meath those fairy feet
The faithless slippery sands retreat,
And gay Aphela, lost of poise,
Falls in the stream with splashing noise.
Must then my tale thus mournful close,
And fill the readers heart with woes?
Must sweet Aphelia make her bed
So soon among the hopeless dead,
And leave poor Amphrey sad and lone,
To vex the air with weary moan?
No happy fate, one moment more,
Young Amphrey's on the fatal shore,
And fearless plunges in to save,
His darling from watery grave.
Of Wig g'rous arm, and stalwart frame,
And burning with loves raging fame,
He robs the waters of their prize,
And soon ashore Aphelia lies;
Where in the evening s genial beam,
Like some fair naiad Of the stream,
She on the tender grass reposed.
But, All those starry eyes are closed,
Her features wear the pail of death,
As she lies gasping hard for breath.
Poor Amphrey feels those pangs of woe,
Which only heart broke lovers know.
Alas misfortune breath destroys,
HoU soon the f;lirest earthly joys.
Alas how transient earthly things,
Or peasants love, Or pride of kings?
In vain would poets tuneful lay,
Or painters magic art essay,
To tell the anguish of that breast,
From bliss to woe thus quick deprcst.
His piteous look, his heaving sigh,
The melting sadness of his eye,
Would start a sympathetic tear
From heart most hardend and severe.
But long to be in this sad state
Perhaps is not young Amphrey's fate;
For signs convulsivc strike tho car,
More certain signs Of life appear,
And Oh what buoyant hopes arise,
For see Aphelia opes her eyes;
And looks upon the evening gleam,
As if awaking from dream.
And while her brow the zephyrs famed,
Young Amphrey takes her by the hand,
And soon her siren tones of voice
Made Amphrey's throbbing heart rejoice.
O Amphrey, dear, how true and brave,
To risk thy life my life to save
My falt'ring tongue, and language crude
Can feebly tell my gratitude.
Thanks, thanks, dear Amphrey, thanks to Il
Who from the waves hast rescued me.
My latest breath in prayer Ill spend
TO God for thee my savior friend.
Since thy kindness can't repay,
Each moment of my life I'll pray,
That He whose sceptre rules the world,
Who from their seats bad angels hurld
Who gives protection to the good,
On land, or sea, in field or flood,
May grant on earth each just desire,
And fill thy soul with heavenly fire;
May touch thy heart, and fix thy gaze
On HeaYen-that home Of endless days;
Preserve thee from the ills of life,
From avarice, and ambition s strife,
Bv truth divine, and heavenly grace,
Through all lifc's long and happy race,
Then quiet as the falling leaf,
And ready as the ripen'd sheat,
May'st thou glad lay earth IS vestments by,
And soar aloft above the sky.
But when lifes woes that come to all,
With fear and dread thy soul appal,
Oh! in that dark and dreadful hour,
When threatning clouds around thee lower,
When from thy breast earth's hopes have I'll
And storms are bursting on thy head;
May Heaven send some friendly power,
To cheer thee in that trying hour.
O, grant friend to succor thee,
As thou, dear Amphrey, succored me-"
These words once spoke, Aphelia soon,
Exhausted, fell into a swoon.
But here the Muse stands in amaze,
Now this, now that way bends her gaze,
Much doubling which the better mode
The tragic or the comic road. =,
All stained with blood, and washed with tea
Der rugged mount, through valley drear,
Where cypress gloomy shades extend,
And weeping willows lowly bend,