The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-04-09
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D., Of New Orleans, Louisiana.
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The wiId-eyed March has come again
With frightened face and aviDg feet
And hands, just loosed from winters chain
Outstretched the reluctant Spring to greet.
From her bleak hills, across the lea
She sweeps with tresse- backward blown.
And far out on the homeless sea
The maddened pillows hear her moan.
The leaves are whirled in eddying drifts.
Or hunted down the barren void.
Where timidly the crocus lifts
Her shaken cup Of green and gold.
Above the dark pools rufIled breast
The swallow -kIm- on gIancing wing
And from yon brown Gins towering crest,
l hear the amOrous mock-bird sing;
1t leans above the gabled roof
That crowns the long hills fallow side.
a summer shelter -hower-proof
When June shall haunt her leafy pride
But naked yet, in wiutrv guise.
lts trailing moses sweep the ground
The bare trunk lifted to the skies.
mark for many a league around.
His sire had planted it, when first
lie made this woodland wild his own
Beneath its bough- his youth was nursed
And with Its growth himself had grown
TO manhood, and to ripper years.
One ON whom God had set his sign
The well-beloyed Of all his peers.
But by the poor deemed half divine.
The good old Doctor mild as wise.
With pleasant jest for all he met,
The kindly humor in his eyes
Flashed through the lips SO gravely sweet
Firm hand big heart, and ample brain
Toughened 10y battles fought and won,
Scared with the wind and winter rain,
And bronzed 10y many summer sun.
Not largely learned in useless lore,
Nor duly studiou- overmuch,
Saved 10y the sturdy wit he bore
From making others wit his crutch
But many chiliing mother owned
His ready skill. and many wife
Whose hope or stay iu anguish groaned,
Owed To- his care some precious life.
All perilous sounding=, on his chart
Were prick.d by faithful memory
He knew the limits OF his art
As -eamen know the unfathomed sea,
And every season when to sow
Each several seed i'm order due,
And of the wildiug weeds that grow,
The hidden use Of each he knew.
All earnest faith he held as good,
The path OF honor plain and broad;
His simple creed best understood,
Was duty-elnto man and God.
Not passing with averted face
The wayfarer fallen bv the road
Naked, and bruised, and in disgrace,
Painting beneath life's bitter load;
Into his wounds the oil he poured,
Gave food and wine Tor benson,
Nor, though his pouch was lily stored,
Forgot the pence to help him on.
When civic strife ran fierce and high
His was the storm-aSsuagiug speech
That babe the wordy umut die,
And linked the neighbors, each to each
So walking in this narrow round
OF homelieSt cares and uGe, ut best
His days, with simple pleasures crowned,
Had moved him to his honored rest;
When suddenly darkness fell,
Black the pail of thickest night,
As though some fend from neither hell
Had come between as and Gods light.
From both its broodine pinions oozed
The CHASTITY dews of pestilence,
\ stcalthy horror that confused
The brain, and palsied every sense.
" mere tf the lowering ten fitSt broke,
Terror and doom were on the wind;
The crowded cities felt the stroke.
And want and famine stalked behind.
As rose the long, Wild wall Of woe,
By lake and river, plain and hill,
The Yellow Death swept on, and lol
\ land of corpscs stark and chill.
Then, at the summons, stepping down,
BY never one selfish thought DELAYED,
tTL.rg ,rit IN -tripEau tDT
Stretched forth its fcvered hands Tor aid,
Or where, with anguish looking up,
The covering hamlet, kueeling there,
Drank To the dregS the bitter cup
That might not pass Tor any prayer,
He moved, like some supernal guest
With headings on his wings and balm
To bring the tortured body rest,
And to the spirit whisper calm.
Where Misery crouched in darkest den,
With foulest squalor grim and gaunt
He only saw his fellow-men,
And knew the largest claim is want.
Felt the fierce poison in his vein,
Saw DER his head the impending sword,
And fronting fate, in high disdain,
Fell at his post without word
When winter SHOWS had purgcd the land,
And bleak December winds were shrill,
They bore him back with reyerent hands,
To his old home upon the hill.
The Spring viii dress his narrow bed
With all the wild flowers that he loved,
And round his rest fragrance shed,
Pure as that virtue he approved;
And fainting in the dusly tree
That rocks above his dreamless sleep,
With drowsv hum of murmurous bee,
4 solemn hush viii Summer keep;
And Autumn feed with thousand rills
The drouth Of willow margined streams,
And touch the sadness of the hills
With crimson and with golden CLEANS
But. evermore all hours that bring
or summer light or winter gloom,
Will pass by on UNDECIDED wing,
Nor pause 10 note his nameless tomb.
What needs his name or any name
OF those brave hearts that with him died
They batted not for fee or fame,
Our loyal brothers, true and tried.
Enough. if standing by his grave,
In some far twilights fading day,
One tender soul he died to save,
Remembering all he was, shall say:
'Here sleeps beneath his native soil,
Who. since his manhood's work began,
Gave all his DAYS of useful toll
And, at the last, his life for man."
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