Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1879-02-08
Hri;ien for the Fe'iciG"a Sentinel.
Il WOODLAND REVERIE.
BY IL. f. c.

That track their way across the azure
SKY.
Thus upon u summers afternoon,
Unto wooded dell did take my way,
Tue SUMS declining rays toretold that
soon
The night approaching, day would
haste away,
And there upon a flowery knoll I lay.
The very air, with sweet perfume seem-
ed lie,
It was the mystic hour when thoughts
would stray
Most readily from scenes OF common lie.
How many poets do so oft declares;
The woods are silent, tis strange idea
For t they to the forest woulu repair,
Aud the,e 20 nature lend Il listnlnS ear
Then strange, mysterious voices Would
they bear:
Though l.int indeed, yet still both night
and mora,
Are waited from the tree tops tar anu
near,
Sweet sounds that on each passing breeze
are borne.
Aud so l lay upon this grassy knoll
Aud listened to these plaintive muir
mer'n S,
Aud to repose my mind they seemed to
lull
INTO that state when fleet winged fam
cy briggs
So many thoughts ofstrange and start
liug thugs ~
Scarce ever thought ofin our daily life;
l1is theu our minds perform their W&n-
derin2s,
Scekiu. to solve the vague dtE mysteries
ollie.
AS dreamily turned my gaze around.
The wild wood flowers met my penslve
So sweet and fragrant scattered DER the
ground,
And to each balmy breeze that rusSled
by,
Their ,'iuy heads would nod. could
| but sigh,
How little hee,led was their beauty fair !;
| Here in the forrest do they live and die
Yielding their mingled sweets unto the
From this to other things my thoughts
did stray,
AS suddenly as thoughts so often DO,
I mused how many men pursue their
| humble way
Uuthought, unheard of, and who wander
ed through >.
few,
And though fine minds and talents they
| possessed,
No welcome smile ofapprobation knew,
At last unmourned they seek tEer hna-
rest.
And then, how many in this world OF ours,
| Are born to fortune from Their very
births
Their pathway leads through fields OF
choicest flowers
And happiness there is Tor them no
dearth.
And though they may possess no real
| worth
Yet worldly pleasures fall unto their lot
But then like all who dwell upon this
earth
Zen they, when dead and gone, are soon
forgot.
All forgotten No. though many may be-
Among the myriads that have gone are
those
Whose names carved on the rock of his
tory,
At which time deals in vain his cease
less blows,
Without eifi.clng them and yet VINO
knows,
But that When they performed thei1
/ mission here
They had their sorrows, yea, their cares
} And glad we're they to leave this earthly
sphere.
To think that when this form is laid away
Aud we have crossed deaths mystic
| river DER
Wheu haunts wherein we were so wont
| to stray
Shall know our weary footsteps never
| more;
How soon our memory on the othel
shore
Doth ioiu us, going with us in the lif'
beyond,
To those that come, that we e'er dwell
before
We leave no trace, not cen a memory fond
Oh Book of Life One lesson let me learl
Before close thee up forevermore
Unto that page, or pages, 1 would turn
Though should skip much OF the nys
tic lore;
Upon that lesson tits my wish to pore
That teaches me conrentment with my
lot;
Tis that alone brings happiness, nay
more,
To Princely palace or to shepherds cot
Let Others seek to climb ambitions
round,
Or chase tue flceting fancies ofa day
Too often are they hurled back 10 the
ground
Too Of, en-, fall exhausted by the way
But here; the light OF day has past
Once more I am on Garth. The hour Is
Reluctantly, take my homeward way
Still filled with thoughts reach my cot
tage gate.