Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1879-07-31
Nv Blind Canary.

ny Blind Canary.
Sweet singer TO my dreams,
Mysblnd canary,
Edwell upon the liquid note
That nlls thy little breast and throat,
And comes forth piping, full and airy,
Reaching iar and far away,
To some dreamy, twilight day,
whose virgin star with softness beams
On iairy dell and iairy.
When night kneels down before the west
In silent prayer,
That, till the morn unveils her eye,
IN Tranquil sleep the world shall lie.
And serf and king like blessings share;
'Tls then thy voice in music falls
Along my hearts deserted halls,
Whose mold'ring rters md their guest
Too sweet 20 bear.
Who made thy song so all divine,
MY blind canaryl
Who taught thy little tongue to sing'
Who give thy voice a heavenly ringf
How learned thee thus TO sweetly vary
The long vibrations of thy muse,
And o'or high angels to diffuse
A lay too fine for hearts like mine,
So sad and weary'
What dark -wingd fate closo-sealed thine
eyes,
My souls enchanter'
4 tate, may DO, of high decree
ordained this world thou should'st not see
Or that our liie's cheat and banter.
Tho hearts deep wrong, the maiden's tear
The pain, the strife, suspense and fear;
Our woes TO know thou art too wise,
Sweet heaven haunter.
Dost sing the joys of warmer cliines,
My little strangcr'
Those changelcss green Canary isles,
where ever long the summer smiles
On tamarin and forest ranger'
On those green isles, lapt by the sea,
Perennial blooms thy parent tree,
Far from mans sins, far from his crimes,
And lar from danger.
How came thee from thy sunny isles,
In cold to wander
As poets from tho heavens are flung
Poor mortals Of this earth among,
For bread TO sing, and starvc, and pandcr
Thou minstrel OF the stately palms,
IN frosty olmes now sing for aims,
Where man bcguilcs with heartloss wiles,
Deceit and slander.
Tho yucca and the eitron treo
Thou knowcst no more.
The gJRyas sweet and mRngostcen
VIII never moro by thee be seen,
Thy treble note no more will pom
Der mango, palm and Asphodel,
And pomegranate, and aureate bell;
No more, my bird, thy visions iros
To see thy native shore.
There is a more oi brighter beams
Thine eyes beneath,
Than ever shone to mortal view,
Or iancy's painting ever drcw.
Thy downy form il but tho sheath
And music, flashing on its throne
N paradise and diamond zone,
Thy world illumes, and incense teens
On thy laurel wreath.
When low the plumes OF awful death
In dusk descends
Upon the couch where lite il run.
And cold oblivion's night begun,
Ere yet the soul It's easement rends,
The lights OF heaven pass IN review,
And waning hopes their pulse renew
Such scenes are thine, TO which thy breath
Its sweetness lends.
Oh, minstrel OF the mystic trill,
And rhyme elastic,
There IA q singer in my breast
That rises to thy vocal crest,
Though long her lute has lain monnstio.
Thy dulcst notes with thee she'd share;
But since thy songs untinged with caro-,
She stoops, and droops, and wAnders still
Amid her dreams dynastic.
dwell in space and nothingness.
With thee I'd soar.
live in echoes Of tho past.
Ehich from the grave are to me cast,
Like phantOms on the midnight shore.
when hope would come, a weight II here,
which brushes pride and scatters lear;
For hopes misgivings bring distress
None can explore.
To thy far heights with thee I'd rise,
With soul unehained
To that domain beyond the sky,
Beyond the clouds that on me lie.
Beyond what thought has Ger attained.
Oh! there falls q sheen Of golden light,
Chasing away the pensive night;
II blends with rays Of milder glow
And bears me from this world below.
Till faiths maintained.
Hugh r. Me DermOtt.
M EG.
Margaret Neale, girl Of twenty or