New-York tribune., 1879-12-07


Had never such royal court
As did those children III their sport.
81 now am king" cried he:
Aud aIn queen" said she.
Then over land and sea.
They held imperial sway,
One lIvelong day
happy day. whose sun
Went down on love begun
Aud twain made one.
The ploi soon advances another stage, the ma
riagc bells send forth their sweet chimes on I'll
cchoing air. the world is all before the yearnin
couple where to choose. and hand III hand they tab
their way to the land of flowers and mutual bliss "
"Thou and ~
Said he IN grayer tome
Thick-beardcd,-ath her side;
A biid- groom hy his bride:
Tho twain moro royal than before,
Th0uPh king and queen no more.
Then. forth from the cathedral door,
They stepped on il0wery ground.
Md gaZed arOund,-
From south 10 north.
From east To- wcst.-
In sweet bewdermcat profound
AT which of ali the roads seemed best,
Till, choosing one that led
They knew not where,
The ncver-psitiuE pIir.-
Brave man, fair wife,
Began. with JOINT ana JOcund tread,
Their pilgrimage of HE.
And though the path was never straight.
But ever winding
Aud hard Of finding
Yet on they went, with hearts clatc;
Tor Hope Is not afraid of Fate.
Dear love-" said he. the world Is wide,
But howsOcver wide II be.
II haiti no land nor sea
10 sundcr thee and me:
So follow thou where shall guide.
Beyond the mountains Is a spot
A bOSky dell,
With many a shepherds lowy cot;
Arcadia, whereof poets tell
~ land where I'll ls we'll:
Where they who tdrry SORROW not:
Where happiness i each one lot
Where heart from heart Is never rent,
Nor faith BETRAYED
BY man or maid
Aud lovers never love IN vain;
For, in Arcadia's 6owcry plain,
IT. ancient goddess. still divine.
OnT Mother NJ Mighty,
Great AphrOdite
Hath wiled that her nnruined shrine
Forever shall remain:
Which SlepheIdcss and swain.
Shall each new day entwine
With flesh red roses. and white lilies,
And yellow dai,odlic..
And many tangled egiantine.
And sacred IVY vine
To grace the holy fame -
That SO loves altar. ever newly decked,
May suffer no neglect,
AND lOye may never wabe:
THAT never more, like sorrowing Cite.
Or Jealous AmphtTite.
Or Ailadne by the main.
Shall any maiden pine
With lOve-slck pain
Nor sigh, through vigil long,
For love that came and went
Nor grieve at passions false INTENT
Nor bear the worlds disdam.
Nor se!f-reproach for wrOng;-
"For there, once pIighted at that altar,
Troth shall not fail nor falter,-
Love shall have nothing to repent,
Pride. nothing 10 resent
Bat golden days in peace be spent,
And silvery nights
BRING pure delights -
"a land whose stily air excludes
All loud alarm;
Where through the solemn solitudes.
A soft enchantment ever broods,
Beneath whose tranquil charm
No creatures lurk that hurt or harmj-
No seIpents in the grasses creep;
No wolves prowl round the sheep;
No hungry hawks molest
The pendulous. wind-blown nest
Wherein the oriole sways and swingsi
No scorpion stings:
No thorn il rapieT to the rose
No deadly nightshade grows
Nor that strange herb of Trebizond
OF which the bee, too fond.
Makes honey maddening TO the brain;
Nor that wild VINE which Iamerlane
Sought out n Samarcand,-
Whose leaves. by nOXiOus breeZes famed,
Grew lush with juices to anOint
HIS daggeTs point.
That dealt "a death with every blowt
Nor, by tho waysidc as we 20,
Turks any brIer of POISONOUS bane
10 prick, . love. thy soft white hand
While plucking blossoms through the land"
l.. 4.
Arcadia was only a dream of fancy. but they di
rot so much regret the disappointment with I'll
pleasant fruits and flowers that grew IN their ow
garden. In the full consciousness Of domestic jo,
he enraptured husband exclaims -
"What fairer apples can there be
Than here fall golden from the tree p
As round, and ripe, and splendid
As those lduna watched and tended
Which. in that Hyperborcan cline
Where gods grew old before their time.
The goddess, with her heavenly hand,
Fed TO the hoary- bearded band
Till each regained his youth and prime.
What purpler grapes have ever blushcd
Than here hang waiting to be crushed
As luscious are they In thcir look
As IL they grew by EschoPs brook.
Or ripened red in serriod ranks
On old EDgeddps terractd banks,
Or burst and bled
Beneath the tread
OF Judah's wine-press. flowing still
On ancient Zions vine-clad hill,
Whose crimson clusters
Hold all the lustros
OF all the Summer suns that shine
To flush the wine.
what whittier lilies over blow
Than here outglcam tn Iberian snowf
Or frosty wind-bower of tho springt
Or crested waves that whiteu
When blown by trumpet Of the Tritonf