Kind Spirits! may we not believe Destined, whate'er their earthly doom, 1817. XX. GYPSIES. YET are they here, the same unbroken knot 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; Outshining like a visible God The glorious path in which he trod. And now, ascending, after one dark hour And one night's diminution of her power, Behold the mighty Moon! this way She looks as if at them, Regard not her. but they O better wrong and strife (By nature transient) than this torpid life, Life which the very stars reprove, As on their silent tasks they move! Yet, witness all that stirs in heaven or earth! In scorn I speak not; they are what their birth And breeding suffer them to be; Wild outcasts of society! XXI. RUTH. WHEN Ruth was left half desolate, 1807. And she had made a pipe of straw, As if she from her birth had been Beneath her father's roof, alone She seemed to live; her thoughts her own; Herself her own delight; Pleased with herself, nor sad, nor gay; And, passing thus the livelong day, She grew to woman's height. There came a Youth from Georgia's shore, A military casque he wore, 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, He was a lovely Youth! I guess The panther in the wilderness 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 Such tales as told to any maid By such a Youth, in the green shade, He told of girls a happy rout! Who quit their fold with dance and shout, To gather strawberries all day long; When daylight is gone down. He spake of plants that hourly change Their blossoms, through a boundless range Of intermingling hues; With budding, fading, faded flowers, From morn to evening dews. He told of the magnolia, spread Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam The Youth of green savannas spake, Of islands, that together lie "How pleasant," then he said, "it were, A fisher or a hunter there, 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, 66 to know That we are in a world of woe, On such an earth as this!" And then he sometimes interwove Fond thoughts about a father's love: "For there," said he, 66 are spun |