Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-06-28
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OFFICIAL COUNTY PAPER
LEXINGTON,
Valedictory address, by Miss Lou G.. Sans, O.
Central Female College, and delivered at tn.
opera house. on Tuesday night, June 81.
I'VE rcpublish the following poem on account
of having gotten some OF the verses transposed
IN our former publication, which did the article
great injustics.)
l came to thee in autumn time,
My hopes were then as bright as thine,
And many dreams fit through my brain
OF honors l should soon attain,
In Lexington.
The woods were in their gorgeous robes.
Which deck'd with gem the birds sbodes;
The tendrils OF the sweeping vines
Breathed 10 me of other chimes
Than Lexington.
The brilliant hue, the hazy sky, =
Went fitting, oh. so sW ittly by,
And many dreams had with it fled.
Yes. many hopes were chill and dead.
In Lexington.
But on the curtains mist, blue,
Was penciled by a finger true,
The deeds and thoughts OF those below,
And should'st thou love those thoughts to know
Old Lexington.
Then bid thy mem'ry speak to thee,
And mirth and gladne,s thou shalt see,
And sorrow lone and dark as night,
And evil that will dim thy sight,
Old Lexington.
Ills thus with every heart and mind,
The joys and grIefs are ~lntertwined,
And when We look our souls within .
We see that dark. grim monster. Sin,
Old Lexington.
But Friendship, from her bright domain,
Doth call thee to thyself again;
And bids thee look with sparkling eye
In casket where her treasures lie,
Old Lexington.
All, in those days of autumn light,
With b Amy breeze and starry night,
The busy fates to duty true,
Hath woven bands Tor me and you,
Old Lexington.
Hath woven bands of priceless love-
The links uIe fastened up above
And angels tread this mystic way,
And in our hearts they soft y say,
"Dear Lexington"
Dear friends. thy beaming. kindly eyes
Sometimes look gay and oft look Wise.
Dear friends. oh, shall we e'er forget
The friends that in thy halls we've met.
Old Lexington.
Oh, no, when time with restless oar
Shall near orr bOaf tn wander shore
The nipples floating o'er the deep
or thee will softly, gently speak
And Lexington.
And from the past some beauteous rays
Will bear the tint OF autumn days,
And fancies round our boat will sorr,
And whisper Of the days of yore,
Autumnal days in Lexington.
But Autumn gave her mellow wand
Into a cold and chilly hand,
For Winter in her robes of white
The scepter took, and swayed with might
Der Lexington.
Thy rugged face she did transform
From blushIng eve to frosty morn,
But with her mantle soft as lace,
She hid each scar with kindly grace,
Old Lexington.
And oft at night, when all was still;
With hearts and minds that could but thrill
We've looked upon thy distant brow
And thought how grand to US art thou.
Old Lexington.
Tonight thy brow the waters lave,
A feast of silence In each wave,
And rolling onward to the sea
They leave the impress there of thee,
Old Lexington.
The queen OF heaven with dainty wiles,
Looks down; how witchingly she smiles.
And pointing through the silver bars,
She whispers to the glIttering stars,
IT'S oprs-'tis Lexington.
Now from thy urn of shining light
Pour DER thus city, ours by right, |
The sottest beams our court can boast
And drink an everlasting toast
To Lexington.
Oh, Lexington live long!
Our glory and our song.
Wen sing of thee through endless time.
Long may st thou live. Lexington, our shrine.
City below.
But hush, another voice 1 hear;
It's murmnrs reach M listening ear;
The echoes through the starlight sweep,
The tones are low, and sad, and deep,
Old Lexington.
Oh, sad my life, I'm but a strife,
To those 1 love. |
A shadow grim, q shadow dim,
Who loves the shadows?
Did ye but know the seed 1 SOW,
The good I do,
Ye would not say begone to-day,
Grim shadows.
But soon would press each raven tress
To aching heart.
Thy soul would feel the balm doth heal,
Though only shadows.
Well love the shadows, too. dear friends,
If every vision with them blends;
Wen bless the hand though gaunt and grim. |
That brings us nearer still to Him,
Dear Lexington.
Ope now the portals of thy heart.
For In it's depths the shadows dwell.
And at the door & shadow waits,
That awful shadow, Fare-thee- well,
Dear Lexington.
Yes, farewell turks with eyes serene,
To dim with shadows cen this scene.
She silent waits with restless hands
To snap our friendships silken bands.
The Past has been the casket rare,
And jewels bright are hidden there.
o-night. thou art the shining lid.
And meath thee art our jewels hid.
When Tonight sweeps back with silent wave. |
Till years have made the Past a grave,
Memory, faithful, kind and true,
Will ope the grave for me and you;
And should we meet no more forever,
Farewell, from US thou. can'st not sever
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And when we muse on schoolgirl days,
Wen think Of thee and thy kind ways,
And sure our hearts will grateful be
Thy faces oft Well wish to see.
And may we ask u favor thus
Please sometimes kindly think of US;
And now, how sad we cannot tell,
1t is to say to thee Farewell.
70 THE P~REsIDENr:--
Dear President, thy kindly hand
Hath ever pointed up to God;
Well think of thee with love profound,
Fen when we sleep beneath the sod.
IT we have ever PANIED your heart,
SO noble, grand, and good to us,
We humbly ask thy pardon now
That thou'lt forget that we did thus.
The night winds murmur through the hall,
Their message does not come to all,
To US they say it all too well,
That we must say to thee Farewell.