The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1879-08-21
1yNNvIL1E (TENN.,)
(As SEEN FROM BLUE GRASS HILL. }

Well, I'm tired of climbing up the hill,
So here I'll sit and rest beneath this tree;
Ofhuntlng throughithe,,wosds Ive had my fill,
For ev'rg squirrel has wsll avoided me;
No sign of one yet have CHANGED to see.
Around, about the mapIe'I shadows play,
And shelter me from piercing sunbeams
bright;
Upon the grass my unshe gun lay,
And look around and Iynnville greetssmy
'Tis worth my climb to view it from this
height.
1t seems toy village set at will
Upon carpet varied in its hue;
For here and there gently sloping hill
With fields of green and brown which
brought to view,
Seem quilt-work such as girls are wont to
sew.
Eneompassed we'll by hills of richest green,
l love to gaze, ohl village dear, on thee;
loveler landscape have never seen,
Nor can l ever wish to see
a vale more blest with pleasant scenery
Oil would / had the artists eye to paint
Thee as see thee from this verdant rise;
'Twould cheer my heart whene'er it should
grow faint,
'Twouldbe,a feast to cafe-worn, hungry eyes,
'Twould ibe q pictur, men would greatly
prize.
The distant hills, wellcrowned with stately
trees,
That bind the circling horizon so bl1e,
Are wrapped in mist, which seems with ev'ry
breeze
To shift about just IS the breezes do,
And very nearly hids those hills from view.
The arching sky has here and there cloud
Sailing like some swan DER waters clear (;
While through the leaves the spring wind
whistles loud,
And stirs the tops that trees are proud to
rear,
Or sighs in tone so Low, 1 love to hear.
The little brook that rushes down the slope
And gurgles on in beds of weeds to hide,
And there with dams ofrnRtted grass to cope,
Then break them through and cradle on
its tide
The daisies white, that flourish by its side.
Flows smoothly on and mingles its bright
With that of Robertson, that slowly wends
Its way through thickets dense, er bits Of
wood
On to the quiet village. There it bends
And binds the Southern side oft and lends
A richer verdure to each grassy shore,
Lined by trees and fields of wheat or corn; /;
Rehecting clouds that float so gently Ger;
Are soon away upon its bosom borne.
The rugged cliffs above o'erlook this tide
That lowlY murmurs at their stony feet;
In mossy plots the dandelions hide.
In crevices the feath'ry fern leaves meet
Around the bed of velvet violets sweet.
oh Robertson, thy waters may not be
As eopious as others, but thou art
with all thy curves and shadows dear to me
As any friend e'er cherished IN nv heart;
Of each good wish OF mine thou sharest a
part.
And Lynnville lying on thy verdant shore
Seems but picture of some far off land
Where tropic suns shine always gently DER.
- ltalia's sky so purifying and
So spotless, seems above thee to expand.
OH Lynnville, obi Robertson, SO dear;
Sweet T vale Of peace, as fast the hours have
How sweet beneath these shifting shadows
here
I've dreamed of all the loveliness untold
Which, In this picture, thou for me dost
hold.
But brightest dreams must sometimes have
an end;
So ends this one; Pm 10th to have it so;
But, still in mem'ry, dear it shall attend
Me through life's journey where-soe'er go;
Twill be pleasure while the years creep
slow.
So rest thee now, o quiet. happy town,
May Heavens choicest blessings fall on thee;
Kissed by its dews that float so gently down
So may'st thou flourish like the great eAk
tree,
AS firm in storms through stormy years
to be. Will NoTBIlL.
May, 1879.
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