The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-02-02

[The author Of this little poem-if it is worthy
y name-begs leave to preface it with. word
70 Of explanation. The scene he attempts to
ribe, has . locality about four miles south Of
loud, ON the east side Of the Mississippi. Glsnadl
10 name of the farm where the author once resid
id Is still admired for its romantic beauty In 81
sr. The Island II the largest Of the system
lands which beautiG the river and the seen,
! the neighborhood, At the head Of this Ia
land, = few years ago the body ofa drowned
an boy, the son Of ., widow, then residing 1T So
loud, was found in the eddy or small bay formed
10 island and the main land, having been carr
1ither by the current of the stream.
Such are some Of the facts that suggest this pie
he name of the drowned boy and some other
'rtunate matters are varied to suit the whim Of
nthor, The poem ID written simply to amuse Oh
I'D other little folks. .E.
3 Thou prattler Of the dark brown eyel :
That warblest meath the Southern spray,
hail the from harsher sky,
70 Where feebly falls tho solar ray;
=. r. Come listen to my winters lay,
will not task thy patience long,
: Z Nor chide, II, thou tomorrow say
Thy dell il fair,r than my song!
E'en now around thee; soft and fair,
The sweet Southwestern hreezes blow;
:. They fling astray thy dark brown hair,
And teach thy cheek . warmer glow;
But here amid the Ice and snow,
e. ,rl...xho ,-ars%.,wv %svorao< has< D.
i Z: Z. While perched above the vale below,
alenada trembles in its seat.
g, But gentler gales, you ask-will they
Meier to Glsnada's groves return'
Yes, child, the spring again shall play
And deck its brink the towering fern;
The sun-dog shall not always burn,
Nor ruthless tempests beat tho floods;
Bus spring shall melt tho frozen urn,
And clothe Glenada's mako woods, .
> Then come thou, Of the DIRK brown eyei
Once more for the I wake the Tyre,
That sounds bstwixt . smile: and Sigh,
Beside Glenada's sheltered fire;
And while patsrnal thoughts inspire,
And claim an equal love from me,
= A passing fa1fy turns umpire,
And dedicates these lays to thee.
1.5iN -: %z~A&4tss5G9 4. l.TE..4 -
Thy, hand in mine, imagine now, go
Thy step & ~ dlenada's stream,' !
Whore nrozsn Jewels los d tho bough : =.
And glitter in tho wintry beam. -
Expiring Artie, ,ssphsrs sigh =, ~ :: ''' ----
Along Glenada's leaf1esa heights;
The snowy dessrts round as lie, FJ''
And sparkle with thousand lights,
Wrapped in the furry mantle soft, ,,
-, The searching air shall harm thee not
. See ! the pale sunbeams from aloft,
Invite US to yon sheltered grot.
From frost and blast secure, we'll rove
Where yon embattled bluff upheaves,
Crowned with its sturdy oaken grove
OF withered, but still clinging leaves,
/. The sullen river At its feet, -,
CLEANS many fathom from belowi
How charming is this lofty seat
To hear tho summer billows how!
TO list its murmurs soft and deep
Where June lets fall the twilight tear)
Come melting up the howery steep :
To grieve tho lonely watcher here
While plaintive, from yon sylvan isle,
= Tho whippooswill his lays prolong,
While evening with parting smile ::
Bends lingering DER the minstrill's song.
Beyond this narrow, frozen wave, -
!. The islet sesns blest abode
.. .Bnt there the warrior hath his grave.
There many captive's blood hath flowed I
- Yes, there the shrinking captivs's blood
49, Hath fed tho nerce and toturing flame,
While shrisks that shook the rivers food,
Athwart the moony prairie came.
But all Is peace and quiet now;
.. The isle forzets its savage lord
His tommahawk and painted bow
And birehen navy long unmoored,
The forest lifts its summer crown
Above his hearth-above his grave.
And drops regal glory down.
3 Along the clear and arrowy wave.
With buskined feet, the sandy shore
The Indian girl no longer roves;
Her lovers reed is heard no more
Attvilight in the dusky groves.
But now instead, at matin glow,
The barnrcock, laundering with his wings,
Sends DER tho isle his lordly crow,
That like the trump of battle rings,
The pheasant hears itin the brake,
Tho doe leaps nom her mossy lair,
The tenants of the wood awake
To snuff disaster in the ART
Ah. we'll may they take foot and winpi
That clarion note ne'sr BODIED good
10 bird, Or beast, and witless things,
That haunt the wild and dusky wood.
He follows in the rifles trail,
The rouser of tho pioneer, ,,,
Who lops the grove and plows the vale
o, unromantic chanticleer!
f., Ny love, since have lured 10 far
:, Thy feet to tread the drifted way, ~
T'would much thy wish romantic mar,
Without glimpse Of Drowned. d.boy.Bay
1ts whirling pools are stinened now; .--.
:. q The coast is blocked with wintery hail,
And through the alders somber bough,
-, The river breezes Shrek and vail.
It lies against the islands side, = =
Who're springsthe osier, pale and daak,
., And huris never ceasing tide
~" Against the steep and treaeherous bank.
one summer morn, through vapor dim,
An Early hunter passed that way,
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