COLUMBIAN FOUNTAIN.

For the Fountain.
TO MY PARENTS.
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U. For the Fountain.
TO MY PARENTS.


Like two old oaks
They stand, around whose trunks entwine
The clinging tendrils of up-shooting vines
While moss-fll'd boughs their ages indicate,
And signs inform us that they fail Of late,


From times rough strokes


The chilling snow
OF eight and fifty winters has around
My Sire's footsteps fell, and hid the ground.
His hair was once unfaded, and his face .,s
unwrinkled by grim care; alas, alas!


How different now! @sc


Tho wind and storm
Have DER the whitning locks of mother beat,
she still survives them all; but at her feet
Some foliage lie, all faded Deaths rough hands
Their tender hold did sunder; she now stands


A bending form.


Both now are old:
But like the tendrils Of vine, which round
Some shatter'd trunk are wrapt thus around
These aged ones tn affections of NINE hearts
Are fondly bound, nor Deaths quick serving darts


Can break THEIR hold.
...a. Soon they must fall Has
Yes, like the stifen'd body Of some old
And stately tree, which cannot bend, the cold,
Bleak winds of winter, or sudden gust
Doth snap it Oft mingles--'DUsr TO DUsr"-
So will they fall. FtE AS
r.a..sg My aged Sire,
BE faithful-faithful but little while;
We'll soon be call'd to heap thy fun'ral pile,
And mourn thy loss; stone of purest white
Well rear, to tell thy spirits upward flight,
'- Far from earth's ire.


My Mother, soon
The cares that press thy spirit down, will end,
Thy soul relev'd, some angel shall thee lend
Swift, golden plumes, and guide thee far above,
To know the full fruition of thy love;


Yes, twill be soon.
HowARD DIsrRIcT, Oct 1846.