Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1895-03-21
-, !, Coles Voyage of Life.
ny IEssE II. ZONES.

hei ,,tota play in the sunDeams so bright
he' ,, Won hear in the dead OF the night
n"' ,,,lhul it, plaintye note sing
r,o orange trees blossom with sweet scented
flowers,
.,,,n,f,, the hrcczcs that float Ger the groves
r,a ciinsiug vines wreathc all those zephyr
woucd bowers.
whore the maids of Circassia thro' summer eve
hours
-, .fnying thelr innocent loves.
,i,,. far than the vale of Cashmere,
p', tr-,ming with flowers OF crimson and
gold,
,..,.,olIey of Youth, where, glowing and clear,
RI visions of glory and honor appear,
',,t.h ,ht in lifcs morning unfold
-, ,.h., has not dreamed of that bright sunny
vale,
r.,or,. An Is illusion, enchantingly fair.
where perfumed groves, famed by some cool
mountain gale,
,rs penpcd with visions which, transient and
frau,
~, mil are, ,lis solved in thin air.
There bnrne by fairy formed shalloP, see
f, vsuth floating down the dark river of life;
, .ririt OF light meath the towering palm tree
lie /. leaving neglected. while eager and free,
ue lt-ten- towards manhood's fierce strife.
r.r5tT built ON air Is the temple of Fame
If. pf1ov- like phantoms, half seen, underlined.
AN either hand tapcrs with pickering flame
Consume that sweet incense TO some hero's
name,
"a grateful to youths eager mind.
He eale- upon it with fixed, longing eyes,
The river of life seems to glide thro' the plain.
lie j. ,ure he will reach 1t who steadily tries.
Ala. low bitter will he his surprise
on finding his efforts all vain.
IIark did not hear "A mciodious voice:
Fl. his that brightaugcl's, who, folding his
wing,
No,tcarne-t cntrca,- him TO change his rash
choice.
The teudcre-t tones man c'er heard he employs
\. tau To him swcetly he sings
Eve watched thee since the first pure light
ot heaven played round thy brow;
And cau,t thou thus desert me now,
When all before appears so bright:
Through all thy oyhood'- happy days
have been near to guide Alright
Thy fairy bark. Ny whole delight
Wa guarding all thy joyful play.
And uow in youths swift feeting hour,
Wheu fancy seems to lift the veil
Which hides the future. to assail
Thee with enchanting hopes of power,
When all seems bathed In light before,
The past forgot thou pr"ssest on
Toward happiness too quickly gone,
po-t thou my presence wish no more;
seest thou Fame's temple? Pure ard fair
Its coonnadc and glorious dome;
And woudst thou choose it for thy home
And hope to live in glory there!
That hope Is vain, that glory dross,
It. fairy form Is passing fral;
Twill soon he swept before the gale
A. i the thistle's downy iloss.
Thy morning -un unclouded rose,
And fastened smiling ON his way.
Dust thou expect that all the day
OF lille shall brighten to it, close?
Ere 1t shall pass IL mid.tiay goal
Despair, and her attendant train
OF iurie- cursed. shall seek To stain
With suicide thy 'leagurcd soul.
Then turn outh. he cnlrcatcd, turn,
Let Me thy pilot ever he
While floating towards eternity,
Nor all my counscl- proudly -purn.
lie hccd- not the war,ipg, unfortunate cry
OI his guardian angel deserted atone.
one hand guides hi bark IA he gaze- ON high,
While the other extend, toward that prize in
the Ky
lie gladly would win for his own.
-trou-
OF rerntns tina, temple and winning that
prize
While through hi full soul entrancingly throng
Bright Visions of glory mid dancing and song,
And he thus to his guardian replies
Quick from my heart the red nfe.blood is
flowing,
Ny cheek is now ruddy, long life i in store,
And hopes brilliant vision, before me are
glowing,
To live in that temple Is all implore
No cloud wells my Ky. and you sun brightly
shining,
l. gliding the wa>elct- ON life'- rolling stream
When down in the west he Is slowly declining,
Then come and watch with me hi last inger
Ing beam.
But | now would be free, and my future
abiding,
The pleasures OF youth unrestricted enjoy,
As steer my light bark to that fair portal
gliding,
Where dark disappointment shall never annoy.
There Peris in soulthrilling accents are
singing,
And point to yon chapet, wrcathc for my
brow;
While their -ilvcry notes in my trained ear are
ringing,
And can | refuse what they offer me now
No! Mo- III go on; and my highest ambition
Shall meier be attained till reach that bright
goal,
Where, quafling deep draughts from the cup OF
fruition,
Shall be the bcst lot of my satisfied soul.
Pas Il hn1i.