The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1893-02-17

FOndest OF all earthly things,
Dearer than the birds that sing,
Sweeter than the flowers offspring;
Yours, beyond all measure.
Shall not never more behold
That form which now lies stiff and cold,
Which soon shall lie beneath the mold,
Smile, that smiled so often?
Shall again that tone not hear,
Which fell so softly on my ear,
And first in tender tone so dear,
Caused my heart to soften?
Shall never moro the setting sun
Behold you, bright rs when you won
My heart, we pledged to be as one.
Beside the flowing river?
Must now live and see and feel
The panGs of woe that will not heal;
Deeper than man in flesh can deal,
But stays and burns forever?
Cursed be the fiend that wrought this woe!
Cursed be the one who pity show !.
This demon black, that laid him low! !
Cursed be the ground where lying!
For, long as time persues its course,
As long as streams retain their source,
Or torrents dread their way shall force, 4
| My grief shall last undying."
Slowly dips, upon the mountain,
The suns rays Of mellow light;
| Calm as love, yet set in beauty,
Bids adieu the horrid sight.
Strangely, as though woke from dreaming
Where some huge scene held them fast,
Saw and knew, but not as real,
| As around their eyes they cest.
Then as silent as the shadow
Ofnight's curtain, lowering DER,
Each retrested to his wigwam,
With burning brain and heart sore.
But not there did peace await them.
Rest on wings had taken fight,
| And the moaning Of Aidinia
Rode, the horror OF the night.
Morrov's SUD rose fair and pleasant,
| But it cheered not this blighted land.
| Low in SORROW sat her people;
! Which was once one happy band.
Morn on morn thesu rose smileing,
But its brightness could not melt
Hearts that had froze deep in sorrow,
Which none can know until felt.
At last they sat around their chieftian,
Beside his campfire burning low,
While he sang Of fair Midinia;
| Which seemed from his heart to flow.
"Midnia, my dear, shall never forget thee,
Though dark be the road that leads to the
tomb;
Or broke n the heart, and doom overtake me,
That kindles fire that mover consumes.
You, who that once sported upon the broad
prairie.
Free as the light winds that famed thy young
brow,
With dark sparkling eyes and lips of the
cherry.
o, Spirit ofall say, where are they now.
You. who once free, loved By the river to
wander,
Pauseing to catch the clear notes the bird
Till enrapt by the scene, you often would
ponder,
And burst into song, the sweetest Ger heard.
How oft have seen, when the daylight was
closing,
And the birds of the wood had sought theil
repose,
You spring from log, your hands o'erhead
throwing,
Plunge in the dark flood and sing as you rose
Then, as years glided on and crowned you 6
maiden,
With beauty's true gems, and as mild as the
dove
Like wild flower with perfumes deep laden
None knew but to feel the sweet rays Of you
love.
And when in deep study, I on my couch ly
ing,
Oft tempted by vice, life's troubles seal,
Your arms in true fondness around me en-
twining,
Would dispel away gloom and arouse me t
feel.
But, alas, dark demon has blighted m.
treasure.
Has snatched from my hearth its life givinI
ray;
Has drawn from our homes the last glme
ofpleesure,
And left us to pine, till earth recalls its ow
clay.
Though sad the heart, Calpooia pining,
And shattered the hopes of his fondest desir
You shall live in his memory as Strong an
undying
As cherished and dear, till the last one e,
pire."
Lonely, drear, the campfire fading;
Moon far down the summers sky;
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