Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1882-03-10
An Original poem.-The Linden Lit


and Silver Spring. The following well-writ-
ten and amusing original poem, which we are
pleased to present to our readers, was read
before the Association at a recent meeting
by the author, U. j. Baxter:
| am booked for poem, may it so please
your graces,
Which excites you with wonder, as see by
your faces;
For that l, an old fogy, dull sort of fellow,
With soul that is neither hilarious nor
mellow,
With no claim to boldness, nor lofty aspir-
ing,
A meek man, withal, and so modestly re-
firing,
Should such spruceness assume and pay court
to the MUSES.,
Your nice sense of fitness it doubtless con-
fuses!
But so it is ordered, ordained and COM
manded-
The programme is published, though by
what underhanded
And deadly design your audacous commit
With never a sign of benevolent pity
Thus singled me out for this wretched en-
deavor,
Is one of the things that fear | shall never
Be able to solve, nor its mystery unravel;
So I'll Just bid old Pegasus to eight out"
and travel
But, my dear, loving friends, did you ever
That It's hard on poor Pegasus and rough on
Lis rider
To go jogging along, slow, limping and lazy,
| With fancy all tettered and vision all hazy
| Mired with mud in the stream, tied with
clods in the valley,
Tripped with stones on the hill, and not
able to rally;
Weak and weary with toll, anu oerbur-
dened with trouble,
His strength overspent and his breath but a
bubble2
Why Pegasus of old scared straight up to
the azure
And marked in the heavens his full status
and measure
Though tits true, l believe, that his rider
miscarried,
And quickly down tumbling, ingloriously
was buried.
But that's not my story--I only make men,
ton
OF that little bit OF satirical invention
In order TO plead, should like fate inherit,
That this awful committee has forced me to
dare it,
So III just jog along, and if chance may
happen
To touch on II fancy however misshapen,
Or pluck II bright flower, although broken
and faded
Or bask in u cloud, whittier sunit or shaded,
I'll trust 10 your genius to gild 1t with
beauty;
And right onward pushing in quest Of my
duty,
Will strive to impress on your thought this
one notion
That my faithful old steed shall still stick to
his motion.
1t is said that far down in the lathomess
caverns
OF oceans still depths where the sea-dragon
ravens
Where the huge monsters hide and the great
waters darkle,
The brightest and fairest of gems often
sparkle;
So oft in the human hearts deepest recesses
The richest of thoughts and the sweetest
caresses
Lie hidden and dead, till a soft touch of
Awakens the senses and scatters their blind
ness.
Pass lightly, my friend, amid hearts that are
sleeping,
For the morrow may wake them to joy or
To weeping,
But more lightly than all deal with hearts
that are breaking,
For morn has already brought woe to their
waking
And he who shall add to their burdens OF
sOrrDW
May find his own portion of grief on the
morrow;
While he who brings comfort and help to
the grieving
Adds promise and joy to his manly achev-
ing.
There is joy on the waters when bright
ships are sailing,
On fortunate seas amid fair winds prevail
ing,
When, crystal with foam, the wild waves
are advancing,
Each bilow illumed with the warm sun
light CHANGING.
And musics rich swell with the ocean tones
blending,
Commingles in chorus TO heaven ascending !;
While happiest hearts, full Of innocent glad
ness,
Bid joyful farewell to all sorrow and sad
ness
A roundelayl roundelayl
Happy hearts and voices gay,
Joyful shont and eager throng,
a roundelayl roundelayi
Speed the happy hours away,
hinger not for storm nor SUM-
Hasten. ere the day be done,
Glad and gay--glad and gay,
Sbont the merry roundelhy.
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Cpear ,hc sonI and bless The sivbt
Riess the he sioht md swell The sound
: Hearts shai7 heat and nuses bnnnd
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