Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1892-06-23

Memories Pictures.


Near the dark pine woods, where the shadow
sleep,
Aud The nest of the soug thrush is found,
here the sharp pine ne, dies nulselessly weay
Soft carpets of golden brown,
And the wood-bird's clear sweet voice is heard
Is IA farmhouse gray and old;
And through the free glad summertime,
And frost bound winters cold,
Five happy children played and sung
Within that sweet home nest:
They thought not of the coming years,
But with content were blest.
Health made them beautiful and fair,
Ii sparkled in their eyes;
They breathed it from the piny woods,
The cloyer-iields, and skies.
Their limbs were strong, their hearts wer
light,
Their sleep was deep and sweet,
Such sleep As they in after years
sought for in vain TO meet.
And there, IN peace and quetness,
Those happy children grew,
And daily studied natures book
Laid open TO their view.
How glorious was the sprng-time there
When appe-boon- were white
Ii seemed very heaven below,
II ~ nbIit lbi ab-ti- iuiAt,
The fresh green carpet OF the nelds,
The wilderness OF bloom,
Made for their eyes fairy world
OF wonder ami perfume.
And the broad full vest at sunset,
shOne gloriously each night,
Like RAYS of brightness streaming in
From distant worlds OF light.
The summers there seemed fuil OF Joy,
The birds more hllilG and CAV
And the VIVA bees. hunting ever, flower,
Hummed the golden hours away.
Daily they gathered ferns and flowers,
Aud watched the birds, TO find
The hidden nest within the shade
OF bush and tangled vine.
How gay the fields " hen buttercups
And daisies were in bloom,
And bobUiink and butterfly
Made glad The drowsy noon.
And when they reaped the scented fields.
And made the new pown bay,
The scene was charming Ia the View
The iong bright summer day.
And the patient oxen, standing
Win fragrant luaded team
How they added with their presence
10 the beauty Of the scene.
How the rich midsummer fingered,
W hiie the swallows reared their Young,
Brown ghroat- twille1u. meath The eANo-.
Blue back, cleaning III the sun;
And the feeding kline IN pasture,
And the era, Old nu>sk Mall,
W III the dark pines Tor u background
Lending beauty 10 1t all.
MnEllng ever with the pictures,
Dear old faces come and 20;
Precious forms OF the departed
MIN Win scene, OF long ago.
Perchauce, that III comparison
Those scenes would dwarf to-day
The hlli- that seemed to reach The clouds
We know would shrink awat.
Yet. fadeless are those pictures,
Ilricd a. soft and fair
A. hen the color, first were laid
| pom the canvas bare.
These children now are scattered,
one ills distant grave.
But the living hoard those pictures
Ca memol's val engraved.
She sleeps. who hen happy child
Those hills and fields once roamrd
" here strangers view her grave to-day,
Far from her chidhUod's home.
be print, made b, those children. feet
Were ion- since worn AWAY,
And Others roam those woudland-path>.
And picA THE flower, to-day
We know not why but round our youth
\ rosy charm ! ever cast.
And gazing through the sunny m =.
etrub- beauty huE,r> with the past
Planned II would seem, " III tender care.
That age mst have st IL command
Something 49, Get to pouGrr DER
When scenes OF tame can charm no more.
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