O, Glory of My Golden Youth [pp. 416]

Southern literary messenger; devoted to every department of literature and the fine arts. / Volume 23, Issue 6

" 0, Glory of my Golden Youth." friend the spider? And we went to the highest cliff in the world, and he spun me the finest thread that ever a spider saw. One end of it he held and I took the other; then I jumped from the rock and down, down, down, a thousand feet. Oh, that sensation of falling through the air was delicious. Was I dashed to pieces on the rocks beneath? No; ha, ha, ha! Did the gossamer break? No, but I swuIIng between the heavens and the earth, a thousand feet from the ground, and a thousand feet from the rock whence I jumped. How the devils were aston ished to see me swinging there by a gossamer! None of them would dare to do it. Men think they have me confined; blind fools they are so to think. To night when my soul leaves the body to roam with the devils, it will return no more, but will stay-no not stay-roam with them forever and ever. My lamp is going out. So am I. The lamp will be relit; but I go out forever. Daylight will come-the sun will rise-but he will shine upon a vacant prison. Farewell, farewell! NAv ENOB. ".0 GLORY OF MY GOLDEN YOUTH!" 0, glory of my golden youth! Dear picture upon memlory's page! Incarnate love, infinite truth! In all these combats that I wage In the great fields of life, I see Your rosy cheeks, and azure eyes And from the splendid memory Gain strength, as under other skies! Sweet Mage! 0 point me to the stars! My being flows to thee, and all This Life and Time, like golden bars Of sunset, die-I hear you call. To you my heart still turns; I raise M- y looks to you, and glow with joy And feel again the light of days Gone from me, when an ardent boy, I sang and laughed with you, my sweet, In emerald shadows, and the hours Like graces danced on snowy feet And bent beneath their weight of flowers, So, come mny angel! Dower my life With grander things than joys of youth: Come angel! bring me in the strife A lovelier hope-a purer truth! 416 [DECEMBER


" 0, Glory of my Golden Youth." friend the spider? And we went to the highest cliff in the world, and he spun me the finest thread that ever a spider saw. One end of it he held and I took the other; then I jumped from the rock and down, down, down, a thousand feet. Oh, that sensation of falling through the air was delicious. Was I dashed to pieces on the rocks beneath? No; ha, ha, ha! Did the gossamer break? No, but I swuIIng between the heavens and the earth, a thousand feet from the ground, and a thousand feet from the rock whence I jumped. How the devils were aston ished to see me swinging there by a gossamer! None of them would dare to do it. Men think they have me confined; blind fools they are so to think. To night when my soul leaves the body to roam with the devils, it will return no more, but will stay-no not stay-roam with them forever and ever. My lamp is going out. So am I. The lamp will be relit; but I go out forever. Daylight will come-the sun will rise-but he will shine upon a vacant prison. Farewell, farewell! NAv ENOB. ".0 GLORY OF MY GOLDEN YOUTH!" 0, glory of my golden youth! Dear picture upon memlory's page! Incarnate love, infinite truth! In all these combats that I wage In the great fields of life, I see Your rosy cheeks, and azure eyes And from the splendid memory Gain strength, as under other skies! Sweet Mage! 0 point me to the stars! My being flows to thee, and all This Life and Time, like golden bars Of sunset, die-I hear you call. To you my heart still turns; I raise M- y looks to you, and glow with joy And feel again the light of days Gone from me, when an ardent boy, I sang and laughed with you, my sweet, In emerald shadows, and the hours Like graces danced on snowy feet And bent beneath their weight of flowers, So, come mny angel! Dower my life With grander things than joys of youth: Come angel! bring me in the strife A lovelier hope-a purer truth! 416 [DECEMBER

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