South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1868-04-10
POLITICAL.
SCUM DS LIKE SIGH.

Rev. A. J. Ryan, ''Moina," has written the
following verses for the Savannah News Her
aid. lie does not say it; but he seems to have
been musng over those mystical words of ST.
Paul, in his epistle to the Roman. Every crea-
ture 1.-THE whole creation1 groaneth, aud travel
eth in pain, even until now; and, not only it,
but ourselves also, who have the first fruits of the
spirit even we ourselves, groan within ourselves,
waiting for the adoption of the sons of God-the
redemption OF our body" Here are the beautiful
verses of this true poet Fireman. Journal
Go where the sea waves are kissing the shore,
And ask them why do they sigh
The poets have asked them a thousand times DER
But they re kissing the shores as they kissed,
before
And they re signing to-day, and they'll sigh O.
more;
Ask them what aiis them-thcy will not reply.
"Why does your poetry sound like sigh %
The waves will not answer you-neither shall /.
Go stand on the beach of the broad boundless
deep,
When the night stars are cleaning on high,
And hear how the pillows moaning in sleep
On the low lying strand By the surge beaten steep
They are moaning forever wherever they sweep I!
Ask them what ails them-they never reply:
They moan, and so sadly, but never tell why.
| "Why does your poetry sound like a sigh p
The pillows won't answer yOu-neither shall l.
Go list to the breeze, at the waning of day,
When it passes and murmurs "good bye -
The dear little breeze how it wishes to stay
! Where the flowers in bloom, where the sing
ing birds play;
How il sighs "a it fies on its wearisome way?
Ask it what ails tit will not reply;
It's voice is a sad one--it will not tell why
''Why does your poetry sound like n sigh ~
/ The breeze will not answer you-neither shall
Go, watch the wild blasts as they spring from
their lair,
When the shout or the storm rends the sky
! They rush Ger the earth and ride through the
air,
And they blight with their breath oil that's love
ly and fair;
| And they groan like the ghosts in "thc land Of
despair,
Ask then what ails them-they never reply;
Their voices are mourniuI, they will not tell why
! ''Why does our poetry sound like sigh ~
The blasts will not answer you-neither shall
Go, stand on the rivulets lily -fringsd side,
! Or list where the riders rush by:
/ The streamlets, which forest trees shadow ( hide
And the rivers that roll in their Oceanward tide,
Are moaning forever. wherever they glide
Ask them what ails them-they will not reply:
On sad voiced, they flow but they never tell why
"Why does your poetry sound like sigh -
Earths streams will not answer you--neither
shall l.
When the shadows OF twilight are grey on the hill
/ And dark where the low valleys lie,
Co list to the voice OF the wild whip-poor- will ,
That sings when the songs OF the sisters are still
AND walls through the darkness so sadly ant
shrill.
Ask il what ais tit will not reply,
II walls sad ever-t never tells why.
"Why does your poetry sound like sigh ?"
The bird will not answer thcc-neither shall T.
Go, list to the voices OF earth, air and sea,
And the voices that sound in the sky
Their songs NAV be joyful to some but to me-
There's sigh in each chord and sigh in each
key,
And thousands OF signs swell the grand melody
Ask them what ailS them they will not reply.
They sigh-sigh forcver-jut never tell why
"Why does your poetry sound like n sigh p"
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