Daily public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1892-191?, 1894-11-29

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Arising, are waited DER.
Fruits and flowers perfume the air,
On this peaceful river bank;
Plenty. but not over-pleasure,
Plenty, bnt no seal of rank.
I see the butterflies and bees,
winging over the flowers.
The foliage OF the trees, i see,
Take on the forms OF bowers.
The native songsters all about,
MARBLE out their sweetest notes.
Pigeons wheeling on the wing,
Or wooing upon their cotes.
The noisy martins on the shore,
Hobble over the gravel;
Through the air, they twittering fash.
While on the wing they travel.
A boy with pants rolled highly up,
wading. playing with toy boat.
Farther down boy is fishing,
See the pole, the bobbing float.
The bale ropewalk, the hacking shop,
A pine boari raft at the shore;
Bundled shingles In rows, stacked on;
Its hut, with the open door.
Upon its sides are sun-browned boys;
Hats of straw-but free OF coats
With pants rolled up; their minds are bent
On sailing small shingle boats.
A rough pine skif. upon the raft,
Another tied to the shore.
And farther down fisherman
Is tracing his trautline DER.
Passing steamer, like living form,
Breathes out rolls of velvet ink,
From tunnels, like fountain pens,
Telling us what to think;
How Pyro's servants far below,
His many mouths are feeding;
He forcing Hydro thus to drive
The follower,-that's leading
That turns the driving paddle wheels,
Dashing the water into spray,
Which returns again as placid.
As twas before the fray;
The water like bending feathers,
Before her bow updashing;
The waves returning TO the shore,
Roll after roll come splashing.
Her human freight disposed at ease,
Seem not to be in trouble,
On business or on pleasure bent,
All following some bubble.
The culvert and the landing DER;
A fence with strip OF lawn;
The lane, the gardens and their trees,
The shore, the bank with fence on.
This is our daylight swimming place,
where we gather by the score,
To battle, to swim, to have our play;
Our clothing upon the shore.
Large trees and ropewalk farther down;
The loRway and sawdust bank,
Log RATS upon the river shore;
sawmill yard, with boards and plank.
Dalton's orchard, weeping Willows,
The shore down and Beasley's bar;
Large trees In grove and the orchard.
There is where their dwellings are.
The land below 10 rich In soil;
Clustered trees and running vines;
With sandy fats and hillside slopes,
Rising knobs and slight inclines.
On farther down, beyond. beyond,
Running back to hills in arms;
Arches. groves and seeming bowers,
Distance lends enchantment charms.
The hills misty background make,
To the farming lands below,
Bolder appear, as they approach,
See their subdivisions grow.
Until they reach the rising heights
At Beasley's, where they divide,
And fall to Dalton's sloping hill,
Its forest top at our side.
Little city OF my childhood,
like to review ali your lines;
To see you. as last ! saw you,
Your hills. your banks and confines.
That men. who honored the Nation,
Have dwelt beneath your houses combs,
To know that you still have station.
AZ one OF old Kentuoky's homes,
May you favored be and prosper.
In the future more than the past;
May your name stay on the long roll.
or old Kentucky, with the last.
ls47-47-l8O4. YORK STEVENSON.