'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music & accents of pleasure And nature in rapture beat time to the measure, When Helen and Jonas, so true and so loving, Along the green lawn were seen arm in arm moving, Sweet daffodils, violets and roses spontaneous Wherever they wandered sprang up instantaneous. The ascent the lovers at length were seen climbing Whose summit is grac'd by the temple of Hymen: The genius presiding no sooner perceived them But, spreading his pinions, he flew to receive them; With kindest of greetings pronounced them well come While hollidays clangor rang loud to the welkin.
The Vine & Oak, A Fable
- by Henry Livingston Jr.27
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the noontide's fervid ray; The num'rous plants that deck the field Did all the palm of beauty yield; Pronounc'd her fairest of their train And hail'd her empress of the plain. A neighb'ring oak whose spiry height In low-hung clouds was hid from sight, Who dar'd a thousand howling storms; Conscious of worth, sublimely stood, The pride and glory of the wood.
He saw her all defenseless lay To each invading beast a prey, And wish'd to clasp her in his arms And bear her far away from harms. 'Twas love -- 'twas tenderness -- 'twas all That men the tender passion call.
He urg'd his suit but urg'd in vain, The vine regardless of his pain Still flirted with each flippant green With seeing pleas'd, & being seen; And as the syren Flattery sang Would o'er the strains ecstatic hang; Enjoy'd the minutes as they rose Nor fears her bosom discompose.
But now the boding clouds arise And scowling darkness veils the skies; Harsh thunders roar -- red lightnings gleam, And rushing torrents close the scene.
The fawning, adulating crowd Who late in thronged xx bow'd Now left their goddess of a day To the O'erwhelming flood a prey, which swell'd a deluge poured around & tore her helpless from the ground; Her rifled foliage floated wide And ruby nectar ting'd the tide.
With eager eyes and heart dismayed She look'd but look'd in vain for aid. "And are my lovers fled," she cry'd, "Who at my feet this morning sigh'd, "And swore my reign would never end "While youth and beauty had a friend? "I am unhappy who believ'd! "And they detested who deceived! "Curse on that whim call'd maiden pride "Which made me shun the name of bride "When yonder oak confessed his flame "And woo'd me in fair honor's name. "But now repentance comes too late "And all forlorn, I meet my fate."
The oak who safely wav'd above Look'd down once more with eyes of love (Love higher wrought with pity join'd True mark of an exalted mind,) Declared her coldness could suspend But not his gen'rous passion end. Beg'd to renew his am'rous plea, As warm for union now as he, To his embraces quick she flew And felt & gave sensations new.
Enrich'd & graced by the sweet prise He lifts her tendrils to the skies; Whilst she, protected and carest, Sinks in his arms completely blest.
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