Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1878-11-05

By wv. v. Fikj
No. I'll not forget you, Lima, ~
And the golden happy hours
That we here have spent together
Where we've gathered many flowers.
Often tender thoughts will wander
To this dear, outrageous spot.
And around name will cluster
That wo never can forget.
have loved thee wei, dear Lima,
And will miss the happy face,
Stereotyped within m Y bosom
Where it holds no menial place.
Obi hsw many clouds you've driven
From sky SO often gray,
Making me forget my sorrows,
IN your joyous. winsome way.
Yes, when am sad and lonely,
And life's chalice filled with pain,
You come like a merry warbler
To cheer up my heart again. .2S--s
shall ses you oft in fancy,
AS you trip from place to place,
With the mirth of sweet Geneyrs,
And the fair Madonna's grace.
Oh! hope that time may never
Bend that form Of matchless grace,
And no dark unwelcome shadows
Mar the beauty of that face.
And may farrews never gather
On that pure and psaSia brow,
And long years forget to whiten
Tresses soft and glossy now.
o. dear Lima. search for knowledge,
Tho the hill be rugged, high;
Ifyou never reach the summit,
Itisno disgrace to try.
In your mind all garnered jewels,
Bright as Moray's silver star,
And you may. by tot! and patience,
Ride in the triumphal car.
None of Egypt's boasted treasures,
With the gems can e'er compare,
That are brought from depths of wisdom,
Where the mines of Oman are;
No. the royal crowns that snarkls
On the brow Of naughty kings,
Cannot give the solid pleasure
That true wisdom to Us brings,
May you be the pride and comfort
Qfyour parents loving hearts.
And send baak unto the fountain
Every tear that frosa it starts.
May the Lord in love and mercy.
Spare them, Lima. to you long;
I have learned the bitter sorrow,
That is in the orphans song.
May they journey on together
In the paths where saints have trod,
And by gentle. sweet persuasion,
Lead their children up to God,
May form band unbroken,
On that bright eternal Plane,
And be safely housed with angels
Never to go out again.
In that world tiaeFa is no sorrow-
Mournful dirges meyer ring,
And no scattered leaves of Autumn
For up there 'tis always Spring.
Fate and Death. the cruel monarch,
No dark seals there ever set.
And loved ones that here are parted,
Thank God. may be happy yet.
May the friends you love and cherish.
Cneeg you to the end Of life,
And with Pleasures buds and blossoms,
May your days and years be rife;
At your feet may admiration
Cast her gilded trophies down,
And in every shining circle
May you wear the envied crown.
But in modesty AMI virtue
May your path in life be found
Humble yiOlets and daisies
Decorate palatial ground.
And the iustrons beams of Pheebus
That vie with Heavens light,
And each day are guiding millions,
Need not tell us they are bright.
But now must leave you, Lima,
To another give my place,
q, let not the sands of Lethe,
Golden memories erase.
Tho my life be dark with shadows,
And my pleasures be but few,
There will be one lighted chamber
In my bosom still, for you.
When the golden bowl is shattered,
And we sleep beneath the sod,
May our freed and happy spirits
Hover round the Throne Of God.
Yes, hope when storms are over.
That I'll meet in realms above,
Where there Is no bitter sorrow,
Those whom 1 SO dearly love.