Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1884-03-01
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4 Itwas Jalie ON the halasof Aleka, /
4 The robin sang out his Eureka,
z 4 Above the finlmed crest ~ u lssga
OF his eifeling nest. tsss 4fss a.s 8s4ss.
Inswhich were the young,
4 To which he now sung: a. fsse
have found it-Eurekai EurekaI
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4 II was June on the meadows of clover,
= Itwas Junein the heart Of thelovef,
II WasJ unein the eomb s.fg91av ~ se
| Where the bees made their home.
a As they hufnmed tue low tune, sl8 /
u 1t is June, it Is June,
q And ali nature repeated 1t over a38E
& %, how the sun siione on that morning.
Fl 1t seemed TO only give warning
That Heaven was near.
Never fear, never fear:s
The lark song and linnet
q Had such music in it. - IA
4 ,As said: Have good cheer, never fear.
4 The young farmer went forth to his plowin,
With JOY as he thought of the growing,
With the harvest TO come w. tnN
Ana An dihea he wiaistSed site df and Thought o. a1s
4 Of what should be bought 80
| From the harvest of plowing and sowing.
! And the young wife looked forth on her JOY
Twin blessings. a bright girl and boy,
/ As now hand IN hand
THey climbed furrows of land 9
/ Toward the spot where he plowed,
Their father, so proud,
And cottage and Geld there was joy.
lse a@az azsi fsq avigh 30
I see a,shadow.a Up the.west
1t'creeps-now 'bove the wooded crest
Two shadoysmeetia one embrace, -
Each with an anger in its face
They gFappleia and go round and round
In sweeping circles toward the ground.
Deep are their groans, fierce is the breath
That tells Of ruin, wreck and death.
bah, how they " hiri through orchaa d branch
And grind The trees like avalanche.
They toss th rough black and maddened air
The. toll and fruits. Of years. of care .ss G
Now where the peaceful kine were fed
1t raises beam of barn and shed, geHse sr E
AZ And n, leaves the n1anglsd r herder dead;
Like springing beast from out his lair
1t whirls and sweeps about the spot s9
sWhere ss stands the M farm farmeF's s @ peaceful cot
4 That winter winds have loved to toss
Gross some bleak hill or hollow low
/. Until amid the wholeetwas lost. "a
So that white cot was upward borne
aAnd racked and scanned and outward torn
Twas scattered many a field acrost,s
And, IKE the breath of snow, was lost.
on swept the giant, fierce and black,
O! send your plying glances back
Across that field where happiness
So late was s,oens bending " g to cares, .oo
Life, happiness, are crushed to death.
The mother rising from the ground,
aAmong the ruin peers around; .
She hears no yoice-all is as still
AS silence on dead sea calm;
a Not cen a 5Ard, essays to trill--
flushed every note OF natures psalm.
a9She calls their namess and mockingly z
An echo answers from the air, a
As though she thought to find them there, =
7 oTi1l, Stumbling on broken beam,
-Herseyes are brought once more to ground.
Is II the horror of u dream
r No. there her Treasures FAST are bound
Close in, their fathers arms they lie, a
But death has closed each love-Iit eye.
She tries to wrench the beam away
Uutil the bleeding hands grow weak;
Then ,kneeling there, she clasps their clay,
And kisses each dead lip and cheek.
With stony gaze and fearless eye s
She asks the unanswered question: Why?
Till, maddened by the awful spell - -
4 OF loss, and Loneliness, and grief,
She rocked as rocks upon the swell
2 Aslife-boat DER a ragged reef,
And cried their names, and whispered soft
wake, husband, darIings, !" as sileoft
Had woke them from their morning nap,
To take the darlings on his lap, - n =Ss.sf 4
All in the bright'ntng morning beams.
And there the tender neighbors found
The Ia other, seated on the ground, ~
Trying the oft-repeated task, - 4
By hearts that bleed and hearts that break,
To battle death and bring to life 81
The sleepers that will never wake.
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It was June on the hills of Aleka, A
sang out his Eureka, 8 ss |
For the tree and the hest
Were swept by the blast, ogsi b
And At sii3 the ie redTPreasSsd ed ba young s,s i
Were dead, on the hills of Aleka- = sa i
Three graves on, the hills of Aleka, Ia Z j
And a stone with the one word, Eureka. /
Fast the storms that may sweep Il fi-sss i
And the etears that we weep; ,-.4.r,.- 4