The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1879-07-11

10 grace tho lad. her weel-haind keb-
An aft he's prest, an aft he cas- it guild;
The frugal wife, garrulous, will tell,
How Twas iowmond auld, sim lint was j.
The cheerful supper done, VII serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The big ha" ibie, anee lis lis. fathers PRIDE;
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,
~; His lyart haffets wearing thin am bare;
lie wales a portion with indicions care;
solemn air.
They chant their artless notes in simple
They. tune their hearts, by far the noblest
PERHAPS Dunaeo's wila-warbling measures
Or plaintivc Martyrs, worthy of the
Or noSie Eilgin beats the heaven-wara
The sweetest far of scotia's holy lays:
Compared with these, Italian trilis are
Tho tickid oar no heart felt raptures
raise;
Mao unison unison h"o they with our Creators
The priest-like Father reads the sacred
How Abram was tho friend of God on
Or. MOSES babe eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's ungracions progeny;
Or how the royal bard did grooming lie
Beneath tho stroke of Heavens aVenging
Or Jobs pathetic plant, and wailing cry
Or rapt 1saiah's wild, seraphic fire;
IT. N ~ hat <SrDr
Tyre.
How gniltlcss blood for guilty man was
How Hn; who bore in Heaven the second
Had not on earth whereon to lay his
How His first followers and servants sped.
The precepts sage they wrote to many a
How he who lone in Patmos bapished.
Saw in the sun mighty angel stand;
And hoard great Balloons doom pro-
nounc'd by Heavens command.
Then kneeling down, to HEAVENS IMpE-
The Saint, tho Father, and the Husband
prays:
Hope .spri;gs exulting on triumphant
That thus they all shall meet in future
There ever bask in uncreated rays,
No moro to sigh or shed tho bitter tear.
Together hy,nning their Creators praise,
In such society. yet still more dear:
While circling Time moves round in an
eternal sphere.
Compare with this, how poor Religions
In ali tho pomp of method and of art.
When men display to congregations wide,
Deyotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart!
Tho Pow,r, lncens'd, the pageant will de-
sort,
The pompcus strain, the sacerdotal stole;
BIT haPly: in some cottage far apart,
May near, we'll pleased, the language of
And in His book of lifo the inmates poor
enrol.
Then homeward all tako off their sev'rai
The youngling cottagers retro to rest
Their Parent-pair their secret homage pay,
And prefer up to Heaven tho warm re-
That He, who stills the ravens clam'rous
And decks the lilly fair in how'ry pride.
Would, in the way His wisdom secs the
| For them and for their little ones pro-
But, chiefly, in their hearts with grace
divine preside.
NIX.
From scenes like these, old Scotia's gran
dcur springs,
That makes her lov'd at home, revcr'd
abroad:
Princes and lords but the breath of
kings,
can honest mans tho noblest work of
GODS"
And certes, in fair virtues heavily road.
The cottage leaves tho palace far behind;
What is a lordling's pomp? cumbrous
load,
Disgusting oft tho wretch of human kind,
Studied in arts of Hell, in wickedness re-
find!
Scotia my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heaven
is sent!
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toll
Be blest with health, and peace and
sweet content!
And, o! may heaven their simple lives
prevent.
From luxury's contagion, weak and vile!
Then, howe'cr crowns and coronets be rent,
a virtuous populace may rise the while.