Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1875-05-14
A Memory.

In gorgeous g,rnture of clouds. the sun
Rolled his broad disk adown the glowing west.
Inc still autumnal dav was nearly done.
The far-of city's hum was sunk to rest
We slowly wound around the piny height.
Where the bronze soldier holds his iron sway.
We saw the distant dome in mellowed light,
Wh-re the broad river swept in dreams away.
The heids forlorn had then flowers rare,
NO song OF birds nor insects filed the ear.
The scent Of dying leaves was in the air.
But thy sweet voice was ali cared to hear.
You drove and talked, al winning ords to me,
Like silver coins dropped down an ancient we'll
Dear ideal Of my dreams seem to see
- The child OF grace and soul in whom did dwell
oaant thoughts, with woman's heart and witchery
OF beauty all combined, so sweet, so dear,
To one all weary OF the worlds sad strife,
That LEFT no laurels that he cared to wear.
said, oh, resurrection and the life,p
That comes too late, and only mocketh me
win mi ght have been." for thou art young and
fair,
And an old an weary; while for thee
The world Is full Of love, | only sec
"A, "A world OF hate and wrath; the Ishmaelits
with heart OF seorn and ready hand to smite.
And no content nor hope. Oh how longed
To lay my head upon thy gentle breast,
As some herce thing the cruel world had wronyed
And sought, subdued, Tor shelter and for rest
All no. our pathways widen far apart:
give to memory all most hold dear
And add TO memories of a tcmb-like heart
One ray where else but gloom and shadows were
take sweet comfort in your bright career
The world is at yOur .eet-brave little feet
mat trul SO hrnly through the tangled maze
OF envy, malice, hatred, dark and deep
And bitter poverty, until the praise
That followed triumph swept the night away
And hailed you Queen. kiss those little feet
As knight Of old might kiss the jswelled hand
OF royal mistress crowned with power complete,
To make his homage something sweet and grand.
I see far down the faine-lit aisles OF time,
When | am gone your name viii live to ring
For myriad lips. clear as the fairy chime
Rung in the subtle ear Of sleep; sweet
As the low murnur Of the mighty deed.
And when the many 10 thee hOnar bring
VIII memory call up one 3-Ah no. not then,
And the noisy crOwa Of men; but when,
Ga some autumnal day, you sadly tread
Amid crisp leaves, with fields and woods toriofn,
Recall the memory OF the dead, and shed
A tear for ore whose heart you moved, though
born
For strife, and passed in battle and in storm
The day is dore and on Potomaes deep
The stars gathering in their glad array
The wearied world now slowly sinks To sleep
And leaves my heart to wander far away.
A. sweep those dreamy waters to the sea,
To find no rest 'neata any sky or cline,
For eer my soul goes out IN love to thee
In 4 vain search OF peace, o soul divine
We i've in crowds to die At last alono
Lies rivers widen As they reach the sea
We learn to love, alas when life is grown
Beyond our earth and feels eternity.
We i've life 10 find what h?e may be-
And - IN sorTow DO turn t. thee
Ri .ht Vision oi a moment never more
To cast thy -adianee on my shndowy shore.
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