The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-29
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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
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Beautiful Orkneyt Gould I sing as
Virgil sang. or he whose glorious strains
chant the noble theme of that lost Para
disc regained; or emulate o Raphael's
touch, or rival the massive grandeur of
sublime Maconides, chen might I hope
in fitting measure tcadore thy charms,
and pour rich ibation to thy memory.
A memory whose placid grace the hack
neyed intercourse with the world can
rever obliterate. have seen thee in
the gray mist of morn, when beams from
Cynthius. god Of light, were stealing in
mild radiance DER the landscape; when
fiery Phebus reigned supreme, high in
the midday heavens; aud in the pensive
twilight of that hour when the earth is
tinged with evenings mellow shade, and
Hesper, star of love. shone like jewel
from the crystal Surface of thy sky.
Clothed in the garniture of spring;
wreathed in the radiant tiara of sum-
mer's howery charms; decked with the
rich maturity of autumn's perfected
fruits, or echoing the shrill blast of
winters hoarse refrain, still thon art ever
lovely! ever lovedi Once more, with
fond companions. I wander midst thy
shadowy dells; once more breathe the
freshness of thy skies, and lay me down
Al o"SOe oSduOotOEOA buducs
DER the wellworn book, or idly pluck
ing the quiet primrose and the humble
daisy. Hark! what sound breaks on the
silent air? What deep-toned peal makes
the hushed grove sonorous with its
music? IT'S the call of the study bell.
The sportive throng, with reluctant steps,
leave the merry game upon the lawn, the
dreamer arouses from her fond dreams
and. hastening, quits the mossy bank.
And now, from revered lips, comes the
story of olden days, wild fictions of
fabulous ages, from which is drawn the
discerning moral; tales of illustrious
Rome-of brave Thermopyl@ and Spar
tan heroism-ever glorious Greece, era
die of learning and the arts. Then ten
der admonitions-pearls of wisdom
words of rubies set in gold.
Thrice beautiful Orkney! Where the
hours knew no tediousness and pleasure
no pail. Thy teachings are remembered
with enthusiasm, thy scenes beloved al
ways and not for q moment has nv heart
e'er faltered in its warm allegiance to
thee.
And thou, the genius of this classic
seat! Thou, who first led my untaught
steps to tread the path of knowledge;
who first opened the hidden mine of
thought: who first, encouraged my un-
hedged wings to soar above the dross of
earth-all peace to tbeei Guide of my
youth-kind friend-beloved instructor
noble son of noble sirei The worthy
Elisha, on whom has fallen the mantle
of Elijah! Far from Albion's native
ehore thy sire now sleeps-sleeps meath
the quiet waves. For death came not to
him as those of common mould. Ere
age had quenched the ethereal ardor of
his mind, or dimmed the glorious subli-
nifty of intelligence, he sank to repose
on the bosom Of that imperial element
like to himselfin majesty. Rocked into
everlasting rest on the bosom Of the ever.
restless wave; lulled into dreamless re-
pose by the dreamy whisperings of sea-
nymphs and nereids; dwelling in coral
caves. his honored head pillowed on pure
white pearls, and sleeping his last sleep
in unfathomable depths. far beneath the
sleepless oceans strife
"Where the mermaid is decking
Her green hair with shells"
So rest-so sleep! Thy ashes still re-
tain ''their wonted fire." and in the me-
mory of those who have sat ut thy knee,
listened to words of knowledge and drank
sweet draugets of wisdom, flowing from
thy lips, thy name is decked With the
amaranthine wreath of Immortality.