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Poem
May 25, 1824
Edwardsville Spectator
Edwardsville, Madison County, Illinois
What is this article about?
A nostalgic poem reflecting on the lost joys of youth, depicted through natural imagery of summer streams and flowers, contrasting past happiness with present sorrow and anticipation of death and heavenly peace.
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POETRY.
From the New-York Evening Post.
Who ever can read the following lines without being sensibly touched with their unusual beauty, possesses no feeling in common with me.
FADED HOURS.
BY J. R. SUTERMIESTER.
Oh! for my bright and faded hours,
When life was like a summer stream,
On whose gay banks the virgin flowers,
Blushed in the morning rosy beam;
Or danced upon the stream that bare,
Its store of rich perfume along;
While the wood robin poured on air
The ravishing delights of song
The sun looked from his lofty cloud,
While flowed its sparkling waters fair;
And went upon his pathway proud,
And threw a brighter lustre there-
And smiled upon the golden heaven.
And on the earth's sweet loveliness,
Where light and joy and song were given
The glad and fairy scene to bless!
Ah, these were bright and joyous hours.
When youth awoke from boyhood's dream,
To see life's Eden dressed in flowers,
While young hopes basked in morning's beam.
And proffered thanks to heaven above,
(While glowed his fond and grateful breast)
Who spread for him that scene of love,
And made him so supremely blest.
That scene of love-where hath it gone?
Where hath its charms and beauties sped?
My hours of youth that o'er me shone-
Where have their light and splendor fled?
Into the silent lapse of years-
And am I left on earth to mourn!
And am I left to drop my tears
O'er mem'ry's lone and icy urn!
Yet why pour forth the voice of wail.
O'er feeling's blighted coronal;
Ere many gorgeous suns shall fail,
I shall be gathered in my pall.
Oh! my dark hours on earth are few-
My hopes are crushed-my heart is riven,
And I shall soon bid life adieu,
To seek enduring joys in heaven!
From the New-York Evening Post.
Who ever can read the following lines without being sensibly touched with their unusual beauty, possesses no feeling in common with me.
FADED HOURS.
BY J. R. SUTERMIESTER.
Oh! for my bright and faded hours,
When life was like a summer stream,
On whose gay banks the virgin flowers,
Blushed in the morning rosy beam;
Or danced upon the stream that bare,
Its store of rich perfume along;
While the wood robin poured on air
The ravishing delights of song
The sun looked from his lofty cloud,
While flowed its sparkling waters fair;
And went upon his pathway proud,
And threw a brighter lustre there-
And smiled upon the golden heaven.
And on the earth's sweet loveliness,
Where light and joy and song were given
The glad and fairy scene to bless!
Ah, these were bright and joyous hours.
When youth awoke from boyhood's dream,
To see life's Eden dressed in flowers,
While young hopes basked in morning's beam.
And proffered thanks to heaven above,
(While glowed his fond and grateful breast)
Who spread for him that scene of love,
And made him so supremely blest.
That scene of love-where hath it gone?
Where hath its charms and beauties sped?
My hours of youth that o'er me shone-
Where have their light and splendor fled?
Into the silent lapse of years-
And am I left on earth to mourn!
And am I left to drop my tears
O'er mem'ry's lone and icy urn!
Yet why pour forth the voice of wail.
O'er feeling's blighted coronal;
Ere many gorgeous suns shall fail,
I shall be gathered in my pall.
Oh! my dark hours on earth are few-
My hopes are crushed-my heart is riven,
And I shall soon bid life adieu,
To seek enduring joys in heaven!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Faded Hours
Lost Youth
Summer Stream
Nostalgic Lament
Heavenly Joys
Youthful Bliss
What entities or persons were involved?
By J. R. Sutermiester.
Poem Details
Title
Faded Hours.
Author
By J. R. Sutermiester.
Subject
On Faded Hours Of Youth
Key Lines
Oh! For My Bright And Faded Hours,
When Life Was Like A Summer Stream,
Ah, These Were Bright And Joyous Hours.
That Scene Of Love Where Hath It Gone?
Oh! My Dark Hours On Earth Are Few