The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-10-18

Come with me ye who love quiet way
And crave the pleasures Of a summer dAyt
Ger Jon grave hill wen chase the happy hours
A nd storm the sweet artillery Of the hOwers.
W hiBt from the the rising 70 the setting hun,
Wen make ten thousand moments seem but one. |
How beautiful the sesns, how fair the day
How nature smiles upon the hrst Of May,
The Hrapt inertia Of harsh winter fees
And all Code creatures slng universal peace
o, grant me muse a chorus In the song
Aud be my praise " whom II doth belong
First oer yon hill me must our eoar1s pursue.
Fro yet the sun has swallowed up the dow,
Where from its summit we may ,oOk ahead
And view the beauties Of the spring 0utsprehd.
Hark ~ the shout that from distance comes,
Hear the quick rattle Of the Joyous drums,
sweetly the anthems and the nsdleys fall
Proclaiming this day Of festival.
Come the brown nialdens and the youngsters gla1
Thus In day from books and study stole
To dance dull thoughts 70 death around the n0W-
horn 10 lie arms of rustic chyalry
| Zee the sweet cause Of all mems riYalfyi
| a faiTer maid than all who else are there,
/ She with the crown and curls u golden hair,
| Thus by her mates, for qualities supreme
Their chozen ruler and their May day Queen,
| And gaIns due homage from each rustie's heart.
/ o. Innocence Of youth how noble and hpw brave
| Ye who no malice bear no future crave
/ Better 70 he a King Of rural sports
| Than one who leads the eallmny Of courts.
Best monarChs these who crave no statlier throne
Than the NOISY level Of silent stone,
Content to wear the crown their labor Yields
| And lord II gently DER the tenants Of the heldE
| These tho ones whom God will gather IN
| From the dark vale Of uni0rgiysn sin,
| And these the Kings religious cTeeds have given
To rule rosplsndent 10 the courts Of Heaven.
Bearee hath the day lts natal hours sped
And scarce the flowers pespsl from mOnedy bed,
Yet yon glad jewellers with their sports arc spent
And seek the shelter Of the sylvan tsnt.
50 will We leave these myrmldOns Of pleasure,
These blushng jewels Of Queen FlOra'H treasure,
And drinking well It's drowsy Od0rs down
Beck 10 explore the mysteries OF tho town.
Gurena. this, fair a. iu name implies,
| First satellite u nublunnry skies.
| This lahH We tread Leads 70 ~ fair spot
As Ceres ever or the howery maid begot,
PrOpltouA nature waited nj itA birth
10 chTistsn II the "faiTy-LAnd Of Earth"
sae how II rests among these gentle hills
Fed by the musIc Of its murmurlng rlls,
secuTo from all that commerce seekB 10 mar
In earthly skies by far the brightest star.
| Here every face tells OF an Inward peace,
And here contsntment lives next door 70 ease.
q, potent gOOdneBH make II Btill To rise
second Eden, mimic Paradise!
Where men In gindneAg may unhnderHd roam
Until bGftted for a fairer home.
Stay ere enter tn rough the dusty street
, Here view tho beauty scattered at our feet,
Tho violet this, glad infant Of the Spring,
, what contemplation IT, sweet odors bring
) | Our winged memories 10 dim RttlcA soar
: | Where airy temples deck the creakinR floor
Whilst the brave deeds that marked our youthnI
! In fancy piss across the ahingled beams,
And through the window comes tired dove
The sad reminder VI forgotten love.
soft be thy tread RA through this little gate
d We tread the pathways Of Sir deathE estate.
This Nv the spot where brcathes no nirthfui sound
n o. droamlsm dust, the village battle-ground
u where silence Bits, Diana Of deaths chase.
@ And all thlngs whlsper-"rsquisat In pane.h
q, Think a. yG gaze these grasH-coYeTed mound
= How life here meOt its necessary bonds;
" Each one from infancy GnaaYBd 10 death,
h. Each nubsGrent TO little breath,
o. well In he who In the primal strife
wins tho fond privilege Of second life
4 What calm delight to read on NOISY stones,
That mark the solemn TeAt Of c0ffned bones,
ID The pleasing record o. a life well spent
In doing good lie maker well content
n Speak gently nDw for such q one was this
, A life Of Joy yet all unknown N bliss
IN Though always poor, yet, MARI how rich her gray
when OtherA ahk cd 'twas she who always gave,
See y0ndcr cot that rests among the trees
on has II felt times Decorating breeze,
Twas there poor Ellen dwelt and there she died
Or A lovely woman but drunkATd's bride.
1 Why Inuai II be each mOdcat roses fate
III To have tho deadly Uphs for lts mate
And mad man why vast thou In passion driven
W. TO Kill thu fareAt that ere hoped for Heaven
= Each changing year that dOnned Its cloak Of gre
r. Among you rovGgrs saw her chosen Queen,
~, And When she smiled each waiting henrt was Il
w Whilst all tbs year seemed like tho first Of Ma
4 still Tomp they there but she no more In seen
w Aud other maidB are chosen for their Queen
II, brood kindly BprltH DER lost Ellen's tomb
W Hear her fond soul through tho ethereal gloom
al No more 10 be tho ruler ~ day
''' Her smile was needed 10 make Heaven gay
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