New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-11-14

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|fFlClAL JOURNAL Of NEW 0RlEAN
. THE DESERTED HOMESTEAD.
BY BENJAMIN P. TAYLOR.
Full twenty summer. fines ago
I walked along this country road,
W hen life and love we're both Ill blow
And none would dream it ever showed,
! saw aschoolpa'am coming down.
Her rippling hair was golden brown
I saw ner bru and slender hand,
I saw her footprints in the sand,
pair Of rhy mes in dainty type
That brought to mind the old Gazette
Where village poets used to pipe
The cricket corner where they set
In lit letters, chirps Of song,
Whose lives wereonly cricket long
And read them of, as children tell
poem by the nonpareil.
] turned highwayman as l stood
Beneath these oaks now olden grown,
And cried, asruder robbers would
THY life and treasure are my OWE"
hated her with owes surprise
And saw my answer in her eyes.
bee was busy with flower,
A bird sang low rom maple bower,
The old &hite schoolhOu'e swarmed with nois
We needed not the Babel rout.
The girls knew be tier than the boys
What meant the meeting there without,
And smiling stood and watched me bold
Her hand in mine, ard ran and tod
And come were mothers long ago,
And some caught out in early snow
Again I walk, the road and meet
Another sch 90 ma am coming down,
v no was not horn when did greet
Her sister of the golden crown.
l told this story to the girl,
And something like living pearl
Lit up the eyeld of the child,
SIZE flashed It I fl and then size smiled.
There should have been a Bow. thought
That SUI shine and that drop OF rain
And then the present was forget
And persisted days returned again.
This thoughtful sad September day
Has slowly worn itself away,
'he sun and moon are face TO face,
He wapes in strength, she gains in grace.
1t is not day, it is not night.
Where a Q the feet that came and VENT
Here stands the homestead still and white
And silent as monument
Its curtaiued windows in eclipse
Its white door lat as marble lips,
Never b. fore were they denied,
The summer flowers and hours outside.
Though tides of fragrance always sweep,
In warmth and light it has no part,
The 70 in the daytime sound asleep
And empty as a btOken heartl
The willow fountain awnings and swerves
And filings its emeral spray in curves,
StraI ge slnce the loved no longer stay
1t has not wept itself away!
Here round the house the brown paths ran
To linchened gate and stoOp and well;
Full forty years since they began
To warm when busy baHe.teet fell.
The wilderness redeems its own,
With clover leaves and plantain strown;
The old meaders dmmed AMI erased,
The surge has ". shed them out at last;
The dry old grinds,one, crank bereft
Wo n like pebble in a brook,
And little but the axle left,
Stands idle in that shady nook.
All, lusty times when naked arms
That conquer deserts into farms,
Ground off the sick es edge of wire,
Mid sparks of wit and sparks of fire,
And scythes swung down from apple limb
We're Sci upon its ripping rim.
Gone are the arms thatiurn the crank,
And g ne the stroke through grasses rank
The showers have washed the colored light
From rainbows down upon the place,
The phloxes flame in red and white,
The paDeies in their violet grace,
The jaunty jay birds azure flash,
The rubies of the mount ain ash,
The dear old asteis gay cockade
The naples with their green parade
Tbs yellow daisies prim and clean,
Tho orange butternut that pays
In golden leRyes upon the green
Its early dues 10 Autumn days
All these no weary heart can vile
Like loving smiles from living ewes
That light the Lords last holy mile
10 perfect peace and Paradise
VII.
All, food .wood wreck old cider mil 10
With apple cheese and amber 4 w.
Where used to gather round thy rill
The boys aud bees of long ago
How sweet new apples make the air,
A. fragrance in maiaea's hair!
Y see their Consultations CLEAN
Like planets in q fairy's dream,
As if the Maker should baptize
Each new born star He babe arise,
In rare perfume, and all should shine
With aromatic light divine
In silence standing on this brink
OF de ISOLATION aud decay
Now in this amber cup drink
To tie dear dead and gone awayl
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