The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-11-30
BY Hu MAXWELL.

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For he Iattltisaen. ,l4gg .-.....
Gentle r!yet, softly flowing, bear to sea thy Hand
wend ny Wy through viewing meadows where TIL
Whisper sweetly. gently murmur all along TIL
Lisp t6y, mailo 10 the mellow cleaning Of tho
No suss sIot.ss .haleer ss,ide thee chilling wind
sempiIernai spIinS shall hide thee from the ffowr
Of winter diear.
Blooming groves sh0l bend above thee, and The
lArkB their Songs will sing;
For. from out their hearts they love thee as they
| love the sunny spring.
0. thou fancy. taitssriyetI where thy crystal
ThrOus5 N Eden and an Aidenn and an Edo
L.. me iiasef. Tor the stiffness settles o'es me soil
And stain y recoleeions leads me back to long
ago.
San joaquin! Howllse that river where 50 oft al
epentde
l have stIolled. when not 80 lonely, when CLEAN
was on the tide,
When the evening sun was setting, and the spleu.
der caught the trees
That wee restless and were quaking In the pulses
Dream 81 beauty stu completerl For her hand In
mine WIS laid
And her name The zephyn whispered IS we lin.
And ny wayward. longing Splrit. painting to be
FA. bsSo:d he Mystic Islands and the portals oil
the day,
Then was luiled and tanned; and kindness soothed
me 70 q calm repo Q: .L.
But s1t knew It moi. aud happy DO tho II she never
knowsl
San JOAQUIN weary traant sees in thee pulselet.
Where The ,nirored ky and mountains, trees and
clouds OF summer sleep;
how peacefully they're resting! How the sEuie
and The blue
OF the sky and Of the mountains there are pictured
6s Ss,dIn Ss, are mnsed how the clouds
And the whi,ehess Is lshtness to the deepness oil
But tae 1iyei dull and soulleS. pictures aud doc,
What s palSted in the river is the shadow OF The
shore.
River. lowing gently flowing, meath the arbo'i
Bright and fas6ing crystal river. still and placid
Fan joaquin;
Thou iemindes! me-but pardon, for It is an idle
dream
OF the silent soul Of human, which Is like thy
waveleSs stream.
BONE there DO whose yoleeIes spirits picture what
Thrills q i their very beings thusa:e smO.h sred
| til they're dead:
Hearts that beat with love have listened from such
souls q word 10 hear,
sus, III. word was never spoken and-the future
all was dttar.
AL the forms deep In the river arc 10 vision only
known, HW
Not q whisper tells their presence. no. lisp or
monotone.
But the theme Is too mysterious. aud the likeness
OF the two,
Human thoughts and yolceles river, afer all Is
nothing tue.
One D. ,ou and one Is soullea: one is lie and one
one Is Language Il the vision; one OF words no
mortal saith. -.
Stream q happiness and beauty, how thy peace
III waters HSt,
Thou the brightest GGd tho iairest Of the rivera OF
the wet!
have museI and dxelt be.ide thee Il my
thoughts are not my own;
They, Ike me, alas are maynard, and 10 distant
climes have flown;
And IN other tines and Ices have been while
TIL my feelings snd emotions have besn lull:d
into q calm.
Peaceful, calm to one that's weary aud the spill,
feels repose,
Wrapped 10 SJollilug reeolectiOns, blandest breeze
II bliss that b!owS.
San Joaquin then!ght nearer silent is the dying
day,
Waves mat whisper. foudly name her and my
thoughts arc far away.
Whisper. whisper whisper. whiper, while the stats
thtis vigil lcep,
And my memory drinks nepcnthe aud Is softly
lulled to sleep.
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