Kentucky Garland; A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Polite Literature, Art, Science, Masonry, Odd Fellowship, & C

Kentucky Garland; A Monthly Magazine, Devoted to Polite Literature, Art, Science, Masonry, Odd Fellowship, & C

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... yesterday" winds like a summer shadow along the street. "Diedyesterday." Who died? Perhaps it was a gentle babe, whose laugh was as the gush of summer's rills loitering in a bower of roses, whose little life was a perpetual litany--a Maytime, crowned with passion flowers that never fade. Or, mayhap it was a youth, hopeful and generous--one whose path was hemmed with flowers, with not a serpent lurking underneath--one whose soul panted after communion with the great and good, and reached forth with earnest straggle for guerdon in the dis tance. But that heart of his is still now, for he "died yesterday." "Died yesterday." A young girl, pure as the orange flowers that clasped her forehead, was stricken down as she stood at the altar--and from the dim aisles of the temple, she was borne to the "garden of the slumbers." A tall brown man, girt with the halo of victory, and standing at the day's close under his own vine and fig-tree, fell to the dust, even as the anthem trembled upon his lips; and he, too, was laid "where the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." An aged patriarch, bowed with years and cares even as he looked out upon the distant hills for the coming of the angel host, sank into the dreamless slumber, and on his door step was next day written--"died yesterday." "Diedyesterday." Daily, men, women and children, are passing away, and hourly, in some graveyard, the sod is flung over the dead. As often in the morn we find that some flower that blushed so sweet in the mellow sunset, has withered up forever, so daily when we rise from the bivouac to stand again at our post, we miss some brother soldiers, whose cheery cry, in the sieges and struggles of the past, has...show more

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  • Paperback | 102 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 195g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236522494
  • 9781236522498