The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1869-03-21

ooNDAi mOhNlN6, MAhCh Il, 1853.
for the Sunday Crescena1
DoA'T You REMEMBERs
Do if BY xAHrYA. 3ai ls.t
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Roaming among the daises, you and 4,
The tangled drifts Of dsises, glad and young,
Beneath the azure of Q cloudless sky,
The zepbyrs catching &c they wander by
The tender accents falling from your tongue
Don't you rememberi
A country glow upon my girlish cheek,
As side by side the wooded slopes we rise;
Or In the fresh spring mould the beech sprouts
seek,
Or part the rushes by the winding creek,
Reading sweet secrets In each others eyes
ti q. Don't you remember?
The soft wind tossing back my Hight brown hair,
The robins building In the spple-rees;
"A scent of roses on the morning air,
The birth OF buds about as everywhere,
A warm and tender gladness IN the breeze
Don't you remember!
The brook that lesped sdown the mountain height,
And sped away, nor ever looked behind.
Ash 1t feared the stern old mountain might
And follow on It's truant feet to bind
Don't you remembers
The hills we climbed through merry baths OF dew,
To catch the suns light on our laughing faces,
Ere he should cast his beams on hearts less true
Than yours to me love, or than mine TO you.
Wasting the treasure of his first embraces
Don't you remember?
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1er,r Al ~ <hav Ia hall
The msrshy meadows reedy banks between,
Where the coquetish cowslips firted 80
With every breeze. or bent their bright lips low,
And kissed the water from their beds Of green
Don't you remember?
The bit Of river southwark Of the town,
Pale 10 the dawn, like some gray lock OF hair,
That Winter might have clipped from his old
And given to:spring to keep, when be was gone,
In kindly memory Of him to wear
Don't you remember,
The pollard willow, where the honey bees
Gave concerts IN the branches all day long;
The blackbirds whistliDg 10 the hickory trees,
The bobolnk on a milkweed in the breeze,
Almost committing suicide with song
Don't you remember?
The fallen petals by the fruit trees given
To drspe With white the emerald robes of May,
Along the country lanes and rosdsides driven,
As II some young bride In her fight to Heaven,
Her bridal wreath had scattered on the way
Don't you remember?
The blood-rdot that came up with such shrek,
Whene'ertwe pulled it from its hiding places
The plants end moses that We used to seek,
While Earth, with her rent bosom could not speak,
But as We robbed her. breathed hard in our
sH Don't you remember!
The old betch woods upon the hill side steep,
Where tie wild Lady slippers always grew,
Fair golden harvests that you loved to reap,
Sweet golden hsrvests that loved 10 keep
Blessed t,y the sunshine and bsptised with dew
Don't you remember?
The quaint old garden with its gravelled walks.
Its grass plots starred with golden Dandelions
Its Danodils, Msy.pinks and Hollyhocks. ,
It's white syringa, with sweet swelling stalks;
And neiBhbors coming after slips and scions-.
Don't you remember,
XIII.
There. meath my chin you held the Buttercup,
Some truth, you saucily declared to prove;
Then criea wien bashfully my eyes would droop,
ga girls blush is the flag her heart runs mp
To signal its surrender unto Lovem
Don't you remember?
And thsF you clasped my brown hand in your
You Know how wifuliy you could persist
There was q new, strange music In your tone,
Thrilling and sweet-well-we were all alone.
may mistake, but, were my lips not kissed2
Do you remember
Then how the village bells rung out one day;
How j6yfully we two walked side by side;
The church doors opened and we knelt to pray,
Friends crowded round their kind words TO say.
And shake your hand, and some one called me
bride
Don't you remember
Our bark since then has touched on many strands,
Our wandering feet have roamed in many
climes.
Our brows been kissed by suns of far offlands.
New friends. dear Love, have clasped our willing
hands,
But the old times. the ever dear old times
We both remember
NEW ORLEANS, March. 1869.
THE PRoGREss OF HOME ENrERPRIsE.-0ne
short year since number of our best known and
most successful merchants, anxious to retain in