The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-03-18
LICK FORE,.

PoetIcaI. ApostrOphe In Prose.
THE following remarkable paper writ
ten in an old account book was found yes
terday in some rubbish by the workmen
who arc fitting up the building just above
our office, now occupied by Harry Cald'
well as feed.store. The authorship Is
unknown. Lick Fork, we may explain
is a sylvan stream that meanders among
the classic mountains and groves of Wet
gel. The writer was probably some roy
steripg young fisherman, who In pursuit
Of the fnny tribes met his fate In the per
son OF the maid whose domicile was on
the left shore Of Lick Fork. How long
ago that may have been, how he pros
pered In his love, what became Of him,
whs! fate befeIl the Maid of Lick Fork
these are chapters Of the "old, old story"
that will probably always remain un'
written:
Lick Fork! oh thou beauleous ,,,.
And NAV Inv rIplIpg waters forever dow
UndlI.urbed and sparkling as the night worms
And may Thy sloping banks never feel SwIntOF'S
Bat may vcrdAnt springs with thcO forever last
Lick Fork, love thee! Hove everything aboat
Hove thy shrubery and thy every towering tree;
But above all, love those girls Of thine
ThoSe angels whose smiles can enrApture
toul like mlne!I
Yes, I love her whose dOmlei!e 10 on thy len
ehore
Far better than tongue can tell or pen can paint
And NAV all the host OF heaven combine
TOmAke her mind like her person shine
And NAV they then in brains two Jewels place
10 equal those which enlightens hor face;
And may then something Of uue wisdom put
To keep those ruby lips OF herI more closely
And may they thentO her tongue as a aFm an
Reason to keep 1t from all stories Of loving
kind.
Be these things so, for this year will end her
And oh, let them not end and ind her in fOlIy'S
Hero, LEX Fork, ray farewell to the maid on
thy left shorel ,..A
For a glance want a. her whose beauty uoIn
an others nuFpAaB.
Oh, Creator God, boundleSs, omnipOtent and
q, all nv works upon which these eyes Of mine
have ever GaEed,
There's mono that pleGioS mo halls well as does
And may mot even no who constitutes himself
Lord Of Creation
And may not he who can cause
The loftIest mountain to bow,
Who can uuaSh tho llRhtnlDR's dash,
And measure tho rainbow
M, man, for me you hAVO no charms,
For tho most Of thy great boasts
Are bat false AlRrmsl
Eou oft curse woman, and you say
She wants mind; phe's weak and VAIN
And In her you nothing good can hndi
Bnt hush, stop, 90 view her who dwellS on yon'
der hill on [Illeglblel
HIGH on the right Of Lick Fork
BniidInV rIll-go view her, converse with hor,
and then tell me, man, you do not
Everything noble, everything s0m4EaO'0' IN nO'
Sco her eyes like stars will DER you luStre cast:
her face, oh mind you man, or in love you VIII
grow quite fast
HeriacS, oh for something to compared It to. It's
fair, but not 90 fair az snow;
And hor checks arc rcd, but not 60 red as the
On the western sky when tho daylight 10 almost
Itls perfection! tits beanty's twin eISterI
Thendo NOT watch 1t long, or on both eyes you
will have blister. -,
A blister you'll hAvO, for her lips look 90 sweet
Thatlt will bring boiling tOArs from your burn
Ing heart.
The paper ends rather abruptly, possibly bo'
cause tho writer's feelings oVercIme him, or be.
Cause tho AflAtus was exhausted