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A Poem,
A POEM ,
Mount once again thy Pegasus , my Muse ! Put on thy bestMercmiaii-wmged shoes—Grasp a cadueeus in thy quill-worn hand , And pilfer from the rhymesters of the land ; \ Gallop , regardless of cold wisdom ' s sneer ,
O ' er the dry stubble of a legal year ,- — Throw Coke and Blackstone— " physic —to the dogs /* Let Chitty sleep in self-created fogs . Law is i \\ Q veal of literature , — -for half Its solid matter is bound up in calf ; Choose but one straw from the profession's sheaf—When thou art briefless , 0 my Muse , be brief ! * * * * %
Now , golden-voiced , upon the flowery plain Voluptuous summer leads her glowing train ; On the rich swelling of the hill-side slope Bloom clusters of the purple heliotrope ; Within the sun-blest garden ' s rich parterre The lily ' s fragrance trembles on the air ;
I he morning dew-drops glitter on the rose—At eve , the . stars , the flowers of heaven , unclose Their silver blossoms , tremulous with light , Budding and blooming in the fields of night ; Now sultry , from the iiery-heaited sun , Comes the warm Hooding of meridian noon ; As in the picture of Arcadian dreams ,
Ihe cattle seek the pebble-bottomed streams—The labourer , turning up the mellow soil . Pauses a moment in his honest toil , Wipes the warm sweat-drops from his sun-tanned brow , And in th' unfinished furrow leaves his plough . Anon , the russet autumn crowns the year , And in its crimson fire the leaves crow sere ,
And fall in purple showers to the ground ; From the far distance comes the echoing sound Of the strong woodman ' s ringing , steel-faced axe—Blow upon blow—the tawny oak-tree cracks
Its fibrous sinews , and with ' rushing sound Measures its giant length upon the trembling ground ; Th © farmer-boy shakes from the apple-tree Its yellow fruit , and , shouting merrily , Prom oft' the topmost bough unclasps his hold , And falls , like Danae / s love , in a great shower of gold .
Spoken le / ore the Masonic Fraternity , St . John ' s Lay , Jane Mf 1857 , at Providence . Rhode Island .
BY CHARLES C . VAN 55 ANDT .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Poem,
A POEM ,
Mount once again thy Pegasus , my Muse ! Put on thy bestMercmiaii-wmged shoes—Grasp a cadueeus in thy quill-worn hand , And pilfer from the rhymesters of the land ; \ Gallop , regardless of cold wisdom ' s sneer ,
O ' er the dry stubble of a legal year ,- — Throw Coke and Blackstone— " physic —to the dogs /* Let Chitty sleep in self-created fogs . Law is i \\ Q veal of literature , — -for half Its solid matter is bound up in calf ; Choose but one straw from the profession's sheaf—When thou art briefless , 0 my Muse , be brief ! * * * * %
Now , golden-voiced , upon the flowery plain Voluptuous summer leads her glowing train ; On the rich swelling of the hill-side slope Bloom clusters of the purple heliotrope ; Within the sun-blest garden ' s rich parterre The lily ' s fragrance trembles on the air ;
I he morning dew-drops glitter on the rose—At eve , the . stars , the flowers of heaven , unclose Their silver blossoms , tremulous with light , Budding and blooming in the fields of night ; Now sultry , from the iiery-heaited sun , Comes the warm Hooding of meridian noon ; As in the picture of Arcadian dreams ,
Ihe cattle seek the pebble-bottomed streams—The labourer , turning up the mellow soil . Pauses a moment in his honest toil , Wipes the warm sweat-drops from his sun-tanned brow , And in th' unfinished furrow leaves his plough . Anon , the russet autumn crowns the year , And in its crimson fire the leaves crow sere ,
And fall in purple showers to the ground ; From the far distance comes the echoing sound Of the strong woodman ' s ringing , steel-faced axe—Blow upon blow—the tawny oak-tree cracks
Its fibrous sinews , and with ' rushing sound Measures its giant length upon the trembling ground ; Th © farmer-boy shakes from the apple-tree Its yellow fruit , and , shouting merrily , Prom oft' the topmost bough unclasps his hold , And falls , like Danae / s love , in a great shower of gold .
Spoken le / ore the Masonic Fraternity , St . John ' s Lay , Jane Mf 1857 , at Providence . Rhode Island .
BY CHARLES C . VAN 55 ANDT .