Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1879-08-30
the cHnoSrcrE
itten on the occasion Of the Lawn Parts,
at Major Henry's.

the moon hath been melted in morning
md the lamps I'm tae windows are dead
"A tine cav cavaliers from the terrace,
and the f.dfes they laughed with are fed
"a the music il hushed in the Fiols,
And the Ministries and dancers are gone
ri the nightingales in t1e garden
--O1ceR Meredith.
must tell YOU about dream had,
Cor IL must have been a DREAM
fairy-land, and fairies glad.
20 wild and sweet did il seem.
was not long since, on night divine,
trhe BLACKWELL you all know where,
nd 1t seemed as If the.gods had met,
And the naiads and graces We're there.
thought It was to a moonlight picnic
That l had started 10 go,
1t somehow got lost on Olympus,
Or else dreamed it was so.
nd il seemed that the gods were holding
A feast with the fair ones OF earth,
nd music rose on the soft summer air,
Blending with the voice of mirth.
sat me down in rapture,
Apart from the rest OF the throng,
nd watched the fays and their gallants
Gaily trooping along.
nd the witch-lights there lent a softness,
And a radiance to the scene,
i'll the stars in the sapphire heaven
Looked pale through the boughs of green
ut when the fays commenced dancing,
Amid their frolic and fun,
thought it the loveliest, fairest scene
1 had ever looked upon
nd though, Oh, is not youth lovely,
That time of laughter and glee,
md l said, as watched their cheeks glow
ing,
All, sixteen always for me
lut when / saw our host coming,
(And prince of hosts he is too
With his locks of snow falling oyer
Y a brow so noble and true
thought then, o age it is glorious,
. To look back through slumbering years,
And view the harvest we've gathered,
That harvest of smiles aud of tears,
70 feel the pang and the heart-ache
of hopes blighted beauty no more,
70 know that a few footsteps onward,
VIII reach the beautiful shore.
md so as 1 watched his form passing,
a voice in the air seemed to sing,
All blent with the music and dancing,
Autumn is better than Spring.
Then sigh not for the blossoms of April,
They must perish and fade away,
But look for the golden harvest,
That comes after roses and May.
The music, the dancing-all was divine,
And the hand that arranged the scene
Was fairy hand. All, it must have been
The hand of the fairy queen!
But 1 will not try to describe her,
How she looked or was dressed,
Ny pen is too feeble, all will say,
OF hostesses she is the best.
she's a way about her the most winning
Ofmaking you feel all the while
The warmth and light of the sunshine,
While you bask in the light Of hersmile.
And last, but not least, I assure you,
The brightest Of all the nights joys,
Came up from the neighboring grOttos,
The Grays and the Chiclasaw boys.
And many an eye there grew brighter
At sight Of their uniforms gay;
And many "a red lip was signing,
When the soldier boys went awuy,
And many a heart there was stolen
ON that lovely night, trow,
For boys tCiU steal the girls hearts sometimes
As 1 have reason to know.
An me the dream was exquisite,
Long will its memory last,
And will lend a glow and a freshness
To the beauty of the past.
II has gone. When / woke, the morning
With rosy fingers so def,
Was lifting tie curtains of midnight,
Nor fay, nor gallant was left.
-Peeppy lie Brue.