DEDICATED TO MRS. FANNY KELLY.
BY A SOLDIER.
Inearly youth, far in the distant west,With gentle steps the fragrant fields you pressed;Then joy rebounded in thy youthful heart,Nor thought of care, or trouble, bore no part.The morn of life, whose sky seems ever bright,And distant hills are tinged with crimson light,When hope, bright hope, by glowing fancies driven,Fill’d thy young heart with raptured thoughts of heaven’Twas there, ’neath yonder glorious western sky,Where noble forests wave their heads on high,And gentle zephyrs, filled with rich perfume,Swept o’er vast prairies in undying bloom;And there where silvery lakes and rippling streamsGo murmuring through the hills and valleys green,And birds sing gayly, as they soar along,In gentle notes, their ever-welcome song.’Twas there was passed thy youthful life away,And all became a dread reality;Then woo’d and wedded to the one you loved,As partner of thy life all else above;To share thy brightest hopes, or gloomy fears,Or mingle in thy smiles, or gushing tears;To be to thee a constant bosom friend,Faithful and true till life’s last hours should end:Those days and years so pleasantly passed by,No tears of grief—thy bosom knew no sigh;But, ah! those days, those halcyon days, are past,Those sunny hours, they were too sweet to last!For far out o’er the broadest prairie plain,Onward you pressed a distant home to gain.Days, even weeks, so pleasantly passed o’er,That mem’ry brought back those sweet days of yore;Those days of thy youth for which you did sigh,But ne’er did ye think that some soon should die.For days of sadness, those days that come to all,From the humblest cot to the palace hall,When gathering darkness cloud the clear, blue sky,Our brightest prospects all in ruin lie.While gathering round the camp at close of day,As the sun shed forth her last but lingering ray,The war-whoop of the Sioux Indian bandWas heard; “They come,” and all surrounded stand.A moment more, and then around thee lay,As the dark smoke had cleared itself away,The lifeless forms of those in horror slain,And thou, alas! the only one remain.No bosom friend, no counselor is near,To sooth thy troubled breast, or quell thy fear.Those dearest by all earthly ties are fled,And you, a captive, stand among the dead;For months in bondage to this savage band,With none to rescue from his cruel hand,To rove with them o’er prairies far and wild,Far from thy husband and thy murdered child.No star of hope, nor sun’s resplendent light,Sends down one gleam upon this fearful night;No power to pierce the dark and hidden gloom,That veils the heart while in this earthly tomb.But, lo! a change, a wondrous change, to thee!Once held a captive, but now from bondage free.The great Jehovah reigns; His arm is strong,He sets the captive free, though waiteth long,And turns the darkest hours of midnight gloom,Into the effulgent brightness of noon.
Inearly youth, far in the distant west,With gentle steps the fragrant fields you pressed;Then joy rebounded in thy youthful heart,Nor thought of care, or trouble, bore no part.The morn of life, whose sky seems ever bright,And distant hills are tinged with crimson light,When hope, bright hope, by glowing fancies driven,Fill’d thy young heart with raptured thoughts of heaven’Twas there, ’neath yonder glorious western sky,Where noble forests wave their heads on high,And gentle zephyrs, filled with rich perfume,Swept o’er vast prairies in undying bloom;And there where silvery lakes and rippling streamsGo murmuring through the hills and valleys green,And birds sing gayly, as they soar along,In gentle notes, their ever-welcome song.’Twas there was passed thy youthful life away,And all became a dread reality;Then woo’d and wedded to the one you loved,As partner of thy life all else above;To share thy brightest hopes, or gloomy fears,Or mingle in thy smiles, or gushing tears;To be to thee a constant bosom friend,Faithful and true till life’s last hours should end:Those days and years so pleasantly passed by,No tears of grief—thy bosom knew no sigh;But, ah! those days, those halcyon days, are past,Those sunny hours, they were too sweet to last!For far out o’er the broadest prairie plain,Onward you pressed a distant home to gain.Days, even weeks, so pleasantly passed o’er,That mem’ry brought back those sweet days of yore;Those days of thy youth for which you did sigh,But ne’er did ye think that some soon should die.For days of sadness, those days that come to all,From the humblest cot to the palace hall,When gathering darkness cloud the clear, blue sky,Our brightest prospects all in ruin lie.While gathering round the camp at close of day,As the sun shed forth her last but lingering ray,The war-whoop of the Sioux Indian bandWas heard; “They come,” and all surrounded stand.A moment more, and then around thee lay,As the dark smoke had cleared itself away,The lifeless forms of those in horror slain,And thou, alas! the only one remain.No bosom friend, no counselor is near,To sooth thy troubled breast, or quell thy fear.Those dearest by all earthly ties are fled,And you, a captive, stand among the dead;For months in bondage to this savage band,With none to rescue from his cruel hand,To rove with them o’er prairies far and wild,Far from thy husband and thy murdered child.No star of hope, nor sun’s resplendent light,Sends down one gleam upon this fearful night;No power to pierce the dark and hidden gloom,That veils the heart while in this earthly tomb.But, lo! a change, a wondrous change, to thee!Once held a captive, but now from bondage free.The great Jehovah reigns; His arm is strong,He sets the captive free, though waiteth long,And turns the darkest hours of midnight gloom,Into the effulgent brightness of noon.
Inearly youth, far in the distant west,With gentle steps the fragrant fields you pressed;Then joy rebounded in thy youthful heart,Nor thought of care, or trouble, bore no part.The morn of life, whose sky seems ever bright,And distant hills are tinged with crimson light,When hope, bright hope, by glowing fancies driven,Fill’d thy young heart with raptured thoughts of heaven’Twas there, ’neath yonder glorious western sky,Where noble forests wave their heads on high,And gentle zephyrs, filled with rich perfume,Swept o’er vast prairies in undying bloom;And there where silvery lakes and rippling streamsGo murmuring through the hills and valleys green,And birds sing gayly, as they soar along,In gentle notes, their ever-welcome song.’Twas there was passed thy youthful life away,And all became a dread reality;Then woo’d and wedded to the one you loved,As partner of thy life all else above;To share thy brightest hopes, or gloomy fears,Or mingle in thy smiles, or gushing tears;To be to thee a constant bosom friend,Faithful and true till life’s last hours should end:Those days and years so pleasantly passed by,No tears of grief—thy bosom knew no sigh;But, ah! those days, those halcyon days, are past,Those sunny hours, they were too sweet to last!For far out o’er the broadest prairie plain,Onward you pressed a distant home to gain.Days, even weeks, so pleasantly passed o’er,That mem’ry brought back those sweet days of yore;Those days of thy youth for which you did sigh,But ne’er did ye think that some soon should die.For days of sadness, those days that come to all,From the humblest cot to the palace hall,When gathering darkness cloud the clear, blue sky,Our brightest prospects all in ruin lie.While gathering round the camp at close of day,As the sun shed forth her last but lingering ray,The war-whoop of the Sioux Indian bandWas heard; “They come,” and all surrounded stand.A moment more, and then around thee lay,As the dark smoke had cleared itself away,The lifeless forms of those in horror slain,And thou, alas! the only one remain.No bosom friend, no counselor is near,To sooth thy troubled breast, or quell thy fear.Those dearest by all earthly ties are fled,And you, a captive, stand among the dead;For months in bondage to this savage band,With none to rescue from his cruel hand,To rove with them o’er prairies far and wild,Far from thy husband and thy murdered child.No star of hope, nor sun’s resplendent light,Sends down one gleam upon this fearful night;No power to pierce the dark and hidden gloom,That veils the heart while in this earthly tomb.But, lo! a change, a wondrous change, to thee!Once held a captive, but now from bondage free.The great Jehovah reigns; His arm is strong,He sets the captive free, though waiteth long,And turns the darkest hours of midnight gloom,Into the effulgent brightness of noon.
Inearly youth, far in the distant west,
With gentle steps the fragrant fields you pressed;
Then joy rebounded in thy youthful heart,
Nor thought of care, or trouble, bore no part.
The morn of life, whose sky seems ever bright,
And distant hills are tinged with crimson light,
When hope, bright hope, by glowing fancies driven,
Fill’d thy young heart with raptured thoughts of heaven
’Twas there, ’neath yonder glorious western sky,
Where noble forests wave their heads on high,
And gentle zephyrs, filled with rich perfume,
Swept o’er vast prairies in undying bloom;
And there where silvery lakes and rippling streams
Go murmuring through the hills and valleys green,
And birds sing gayly, as they soar along,
In gentle notes, their ever-welcome song.
’Twas there was passed thy youthful life away,
And all became a dread reality;
Then woo’d and wedded to the one you loved,
As partner of thy life all else above;
To share thy brightest hopes, or gloomy fears,
Or mingle in thy smiles, or gushing tears;
To be to thee a constant bosom friend,
Faithful and true till life’s last hours should end:
Those days and years so pleasantly passed by,
No tears of grief—thy bosom knew no sigh;
But, ah! those days, those halcyon days, are past,
Those sunny hours, they were too sweet to last!
For far out o’er the broadest prairie plain,
Onward you pressed a distant home to gain.
Days, even weeks, so pleasantly passed o’er,
That mem’ry brought back those sweet days of yore;
Those days of thy youth for which you did sigh,
But ne’er did ye think that some soon should die.
For days of sadness, those days that come to all,
From the humblest cot to the palace hall,
When gathering darkness cloud the clear, blue sky,
Our brightest prospects all in ruin lie.
While gathering round the camp at close of day,
As the sun shed forth her last but lingering ray,
The war-whoop of the Sioux Indian band
Was heard; “They come,” and all surrounded stand.
A moment more, and then around thee lay,
As the dark smoke had cleared itself away,
The lifeless forms of those in horror slain,
And thou, alas! the only one remain.
No bosom friend, no counselor is near,
To sooth thy troubled breast, or quell thy fear.
Those dearest by all earthly ties are fled,
And you, a captive, stand among the dead;
For months in bondage to this savage band,
With none to rescue from his cruel hand,
To rove with them o’er prairies far and wild,
Far from thy husband and thy murdered child.
No star of hope, nor sun’s resplendent light,
Sends down one gleam upon this fearful night;
No power to pierce the dark and hidden gloom,
That veils the heart while in this earthly tomb.
But, lo! a change, a wondrous change, to thee!
Once held a captive, but now from bondage free.
The great Jehovah reigns; His arm is strong,
He sets the captive free, though waiteth long,
And turns the darkest hours of midnight gloom,
Into the effulgent brightness of noon.
W. S. V. H.