The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1877-06-22

In the cool shadows of q woody dell
Where whispering breezes Oft their secrets tell,
Where dainty fern leaves waving to and fro
Beat rhythmic measures TO fountains fiow,
Nightly besprent with heavens fragrant dew
Two beauteous lilies of the valley grew.
On either hand huge monarchs of the glade
Threw round each form their cool, protecting
shade;
Their plant branches swaying o'erhead
Like kindly hands in benediction spread,
A Kind protection from each chilling blast.
Leaping, and sparkling in the summer sun
fast by their sides mountain brooket run,
Foaming and babbling in Its noisy glee,
With hurrying footsteps sought the distant sea-
Ihey found new Joys In living, day by day,
~ ra M sweet eontentment passed their lives away;
Shared they. each trouble that their heart op.
pressed.
And in communion whispering low and COY,
Their glad hearts answered 10 a deeper Joy
One morn, strange echoes sounded through the
glen,
Loud answering calls to ringing shouts again
And pulsing, quivering on the startled afr,
From peaceful slumbers reused the lilies fair
t, Forth irom the shadows bounding into view
With baying hounds q hunting party drew,
Their bright arms glitter In the rising sun,
AZ through the vale their rapid course they run,
With eager cries the flying chase they PRESSED
Inc terms and grasses nodding low each crest
10 cheer them on; and as they onward flew
Ihey neared the brookside where the lilies grew.
One OF the huntsmen from Its parent stem,
Charmed by its perfume, plucked the fragrant
gem
Then springing lightly on his charger true.
With eager haste swift DER his course he few
Ahl to- the poor lily left within the dell
Their merry shouts rang like funeral kne
Ihen bowed IN sorrow low her regal crest,
AND signing deeply, thus these words addressed
~Oh, woe Is me OF every hope beren,
Plunged In despair, no Joy to me IL left
tost my companion, who each wearying care
ANA heavy burden with me strove to share,
And with kind accents delicate and coy,
Sootneu every trouble and increased each JOY.
SAD Is my fate; wolld, brooklet, were thee,
inp arnr
" Mhirling around in ceaseless eddles bright
Tossing iTsg s9tt foam clouds in thy full delight,
Whlle nodding flowers round thee ever play.
And bid thee hasten on thy way"
Thus spake the lily. In reply, the brook
Glanced first upon her with troubled look
Poor grieving lily little dost thou know
That J. too have my heavy weight Of woe
Her, Whom thou mournest taken from thy side
Who, layed each morning by my sparkling tide,
Me, as she trembed in the growing light
First bade good morning and the last good. ignt.
Ihou Inc say'st I'm happy roaming far and nee
~ Bst little known are all my griefs to thee
On gayest laughter hides the saddest breast
ana seeks by feigning TO assuage unrest
Oit Oit when wearied would have glad delayed
Mnere NOISY boulders formed a cooling shade
but uuty Daue me on my way TO go,
And howe'er tempted, not to cease my foN
behold yon cedar towering in its might,
Lo how It t's be eHpg In lis height
Ana shrieks defiance to the lightning's flash
WI Mish, IL thou wouldst, to be yon lofiy tree
But 90 thou knowing cease TO envy me-"
sigh,
The swaying cedar spake thus In reply
~Ce ease thy complainings, rather pity me,
Though seeming strong, yet weak as even thee,
II ever changed my humble lot could be,
would be the wild winds roaming far and free
Harkl where the billows with uplifted hands
Seat with mad surges the opposing strands.
10, how the tempest in its gathering might
Girds on Its armor for the coming fight
tlerce the dark storm clouds gather overhead
thick grows the darkness, for the sun has fed
Wilder the surges, loud tho tempest roars
AND rolls the wild waves to the sounding shorea
see the red lightnings from the lowering wrack
hurl Its pale fashes DER the tempests track
The water wrath shouts in its tieeptoned glee
And rides in whirwinds DER the foaming sea;
NOW the deep thunders rolling through the skies
Rouse the wild seabirds with discordant cries;
LOOK they in terror on the deepening fray
And wheel in circles through the flying spray.
10, on the deep the FLASHING randrops fall"
More 'twould have spoken, but with pleading call
The midnight zephyrs with their gentle song
Breathed low and sweet the rusting leaves
among;
Glanced, signing deeply, with troubled look
A. The cool waters of the purling brook.
Ihen, win low whispers gently stroveto soothe
Their sad complainings with lis words of love.
"Oh, troubled ones thy lot though hard TO bear;
Each thing create has separate tolls to bear.
Each whispering zephyr, and each nodding tree
All have their joys, their griefs, as even thee
That one that Is with calm contentment blest
Has least Of trouble and the least unrest"