With tools for ready wit to guide; More fresh, more bright, than princes wear; What good or evil have they seen Their daring wiles, their sportive cheer? They met me in a genial hour, As with the breath of one sweet flower,- Of discontent, and check the birth Of thoughts with better thoughts at strife, Since parting Innocence bequeathed Soft clouds, the whitest of the year, Sailed through the sky-the brooks ran clear; The thoughts with which it then was cheered; That they, so happy and so fair Through your sweet influence, and the care From touch of deadly injury? Destined, whate'er their earthly doom, YE XX GIPSIES 1817. ET are they here, the same unbroken knot Men, women, children, yea the frame Of the whole spectacle the same! Only their fire seems bolder, yielding light, Their bed of straw and blanket-walls. -Twelve hours, twelve bounteous hours are gone, while I Have been a traveller under open sky, Much witnessing of change and cheer, The weary Sun betook himself to rest ;- The glorious path in which he trod. ΙΟ 20 And she had made a pipe of straw, Beneath her father's roof, alone She seemed to live; her thoughts her own; 1807 IO Herself her own delight; Pleased with herself, nor sad, nor gay; There came a Youth from Georgia's shore— With splendid feathers drest; He brought them from the Cherokees; The feathers nodded in the breeze, And made a gallant crest. From Indian blood you deem him sprung: But no! he spake the English tongue, And bore a soldier's name; And, when America was free From battle and from jeopardy, He 'cross the ocean came. With hues of genius on his cheek In finest tones the Youth could speak: The moon, the glory of the sun, And streams that murmur as they run, Had been his dearest joy. He was a lovely Youth! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea. Among the Indians he had fought, And with him many tales he brought Of pleasure and of fear; Such tales as told to any maid By such a Youth, in the green shade, 20 30 40 He spake of plants that hourly change With budding, fading, faded flowers They stand the wonder of the bowers He told of the magnolia, spread -Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam The Youth of green savannahs spake, Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky 'How pleasant,' then he said, 'it were In sunshine or in shade To wander with an easy mind; And build a household fire, and find A home in every glade! 'What days and what bright years! Ah me! Our life were life indeed, with thee So passed in quiet bliss ; And all the while,' said he, 'to know On such an earth as this!' 'Sweet Ruth! and could you go with me My helpmate in the woods to be, Our shed at night to rear; Or run, my own adopted bride, A sylvan huntress at my side, And drive the flying deer! 60 70 80 90 'Beloved Ruth!'-No more he said. She thought again-and did agree 'And now, as fitting is and right, We in the church our faith will plight, Even so they did; and I may say That to sweet Ruth that happy day Through dream and vision did she sink, But, as you have before been told, So beautiful, through savage lands Had roamed about, with vagrant bands The wind, the tempest roaring high, For him, a Youth to whom was given Whatever in those climes he found Did to his mind impart A kindred impulse, seemed allied 130 To his own powers, and justified The workings of his heart. Nor less, to feed voluptuous thought, The beauteous forms of nature wrought, |