. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ;And fair words gild it now: Thou art the bravest youth that ever trietTo lay a lion low ; And from our presence forth thou gost To lead the Dacians of our host. Then his cheek, but not with pride,And grieved and gloomily spake he: My cabin stands where blithely glideProud Danubes waters to the sea: I have a young and blooming bride,And I have children three;— No Roman wealth or rank can give Such joy as in their arms to live. My wifo sits at the cabin door. With throbbing h
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ;And fair words gild it now: Thou art the bravest youth that ever trietTo lay a lion low ; And from our presence forth thou gost To lead the Dacians of our host. Then his cheek, but not with pride,And grieved and gloomily spake he: My cabin stands where blithely glideProud Danubes waters to the sea: I have a young and blooming bride,And I have children three;— No Roman wealth or rank can give Such joy as in their arms to live. My wifo sits at the cabin door. With throbbing heart and swollen eyes;—• 566 THE RIVER PATH. While tears her cheek are coursing oer, She speaks of sundered ties ;She bids my tender babes deplore The death their father dies ;She tells these jewels of my home,I bleed to please the rout of RomeI cannot let those cherubs stray Without their sires protecting care ;And I would chase the griefs away Which cloud my wedded monarch spoke ; the guards obey; The gates unclosed are:Hes gone! No golden bribes divideThe Dacian from his babes and THE RIVER PATH. Sl&ji^O bird song floated down the liill,5|^i^ The tanglfd bank bdow was still;S^^CV No ruHtle from the birchen Btom,iV» No ripple from the waters hem. The duBk of twilight round iis fflt the falling of tlie d.^w,For from ua, ere the day was dune,The wooded hills shut out the hum. But on the riverp farthfft tj<lcWc Baw the hillto|.fl, glorified,—A tender glow, exftcding fair,A dream of day without its glare. JOHN G. WIirTTIKR. With us the damp, the chill, the gloom :With them the .sunsets rosy bloom ;While dark, through willowy vistas .seen,Tlie river rolled in shade between. From out the darkness where wo trod,We gaz<-d upon those hills of (lod,Whose light Bccmcd not of moon or Bpako not, but our tliDiigiit was one We paused, as if from that bright shoreBeikoned our dear ones gnnn before ;And stilled our beating hearts to hearThe Voic
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