Middletown transcript., 1873-01-11
POETS AND POETRY.

The fame Of pocss dwslls not in the pro-
icssion, but in the psrfeetions Of their Ia
bors. Tho world. sometimes, bestows i'm
mortality on certain favored sons Of the
muses. for single offering. while others
are suffered 70 sink in oblivion with the
productions Of q life-time. Wolf, by hi.
burial Of Sir John Moore" has acquired
an imperishablc name. The " Elcgy" of
Gray has given to its author . fame that
will endure whilc poetry is read. The
author Of the beautiful lyric, My life is
like the summer rose." which is so univer-
sally admired, like Wolf aud Gray, has i'm
mortalixed his name by single production.
The authorship Of this piece has always
been attributed to the late Hon. Richard II.
Wilde, native Of Baltimore, but for many
years resident Of Georgia, which he rep
resented in Congress. Il was written about
the year 1918, and first printed in 1918.
Since then it has passed into almost every
land and graOed the columns Of almost cv-
cry journal and periodical published since
that period. But how little is known,
publically, Of the author apart from this
single piece Of poetry! His politics are
no longer remembered while this gem.
passing current everywhere as true poetry.
cmbalms his memory in literary immortal
ity. We subjoin the original Of Wilde.
with response Of equal force and be'u,y,
said to have been written by lady Of Bal
timore, whose name. II is to be regretted, ,
has never been given to the public rs the
..f t1.. .n,,tk.~,.
u. Med. II.
WILDE.
nv life Is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ERE the shades of evening close
Is seni'cr'd on the ground TO die.
Yet, on tina, roses hulihlc bed
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if she wept snch waste To sec,
But none shall recp tear for me.
The dcws of nigh, may fall from llesyn
Upon the " iiher'd roses bed
And tears OF fond regret be given
To mourn The virtues of he dead.
Yet morning 4 sun the iews will dry,
And ieurs will fade from sorrow eye,
Affection pangs be lull'd 10 .lcfp,
And even iore fpryd 10 r'tp.
WILDE
Ms life Il like the autumn leaf
Tim, ,remblcs in the moon pale ray
Its hold is frail. its date is bricf,
Restless. and soon 20 pass away.
Yet ere tina, leaf shall fall and fade
The parent tree shall mourn It's shade
The winds bewni the leniess tree,
But none shal bresfhs sigh for ms.
LAnY.
The ircc mnv mourn its fallen leaf
And autumn winds bcwnil its bloom
And friends may heavc sigh Of grief
Ger ihosc who sleep within the tomb.
YET soon will spring renew the flowers,
And .ae wil bring more smiling hours:
In friendship h.art all gtiet will die,
Aud even iose .teryett 10 ssh.
WILDE
My liie il like the prints which fee,
Have len en- Tampa desert land
Soon as the rising tide shall heat,
III trace shall vanish ffoni the strand.
Yet, as II grieying 10 eiaee
All vcriagc of the human raea
On that lone shors--loui moans the sea-.
But none, alas shsn mourn for nae.
LADY.
The sen may on that desert shore
Lament each iraGs IL bears away;
The lonely hc,,ri lis grief may pour
Der friendships fast decay;
Yet, when NIL track Is lost and gone,
The wares dance bright and gaily on
And thus affections bonds are torn
And even love forgdi, 10 monrst