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Parent Issue
Day
19
Month
June
Year
1847
Copyright
Public Domain
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BV MISS aARAH J CI.A1IK. Wlicn evening wiih its breezy air, Succecds the suliry day, Lel oihers wear in crowds and glare, The tranquil hours away; But be il mine 10 seek at eva Yon Idke of heavnly blue, To lave my wenry frane, anti cleava The shining waters through ! When first the fair moon's tender light Sienls up tho cloudless sky, Like pliglued maiden to her knighl; Down shelving shnres I fly! My lord, Cinatrninfd b} kinglincss, Justes not his love to meel, Vet senda wnve-niessengers, who press In hoi:inge round my feet. I hear his gcnile. wooing tone- I come, my lord. I huste! Now are his nrms nbout we thrown, They circle round niy waittl Their fond praep hrincs no foarful chil!, Mineown extended wide, I fling myself witli n joyfill thril!, On he bosom of the tidal Oí, what delicious eooïnrje fl'iwi Through every quiverin? vein! Fresh as a water lily, grows My fevered heart again! The spray leaps up to plnsh my brow ! My long lidir, unconfined, Js flung likesomo young nereid', now To lossing wavo and wind! A new and glorious life is mine- I eem to float throug.h heaven! And mark fur down its blue drpth's shine The golden suirs of even! Now firlher from the ehadowy shore, Right clieenly away! Seo. like the plashinj; of an oar, My (releas arm quick play! And now where none nrc niph to sav, While enrth grow dim beliind, I loy my chcek to the kiating wave, Aml Uugh witli the Irolicksome Windl On the billowy swell I leun my brcast, And he l'ontily benreth me - I dash the fonm from hia sparkling crest, in my wild and carúless glee! Go teil pnle-cyed, ftint lioarted maida, In longuid luxury rearefl, Of go geous eM, and gay mnsquerade? Gems, graces. charms unpeerc-d ; Of conquesis, silken pinioned Ijvcs, Divines! hopos and blisses - Of meetinj fond in (willishl groves. Sniiles, vow, and honf ycd kisses; But gii-e to me the wild delight To dash ihe billows through! To baihe ut once in moonbeams white, And in the waters blue; [caves, When hurryinc down from mountain The coolin night wind sweepa. Oh, a inoonlighi frolic with the waves, A plunge through starlight deepsl

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