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JAMES PUMMILL.
James Pummill was born in Cincinnati, December twelfth, 1828. He received a good English education, and then learned the art of printing. He has for about ten years been a contributor to the Ladies' Repository of Cincinnati, and has written frequently for the Knickerbocker Magazine, New York. In 1846, Mr. Pummill printed for private circulation, at Circleville, Ohio, a small volume of poems entitled "Fruits of Leisure." In 1852 he published a little book of "Fugitive Poems," in Cincinnati. He is now the editor and proprietor of the Commercial, published at Aurora, Indiana.
EMBLEM OF PEACE.
In Ardenne forest, calm and free,
Forever to a shining sea,
A river flows in quietude—
The angel of the wood!
Forever to a shining sea,
A river flows in quietude—
The angel of the wood!
No tempest ever rends its calm;
But peaceful as the summer balm,
That dwelleth in the forest ways,
This angel river strays.
But peaceful as the summer balm,
That dwelleth in the forest ways,
This angel river strays.
The roses, bending o'er its side,
Reflect their beauty in the tide:—
At night, between some leafy space,
The Moon beholds her face.
Reflect their beauty in the tide:—
At night, between some leafy space,
The Moon beholds her face.
And flecking dots of light and shade.
By forest trees and sunshine made,
Dance gladly o'er this river bright,
When flies the dewy night.
By forest trees and sunshine made,
Dance gladly o'er this river bright,
When flies the dewy night.
And through the long, long summer day
The robin pours its soul away
In music, by its margin fair,
Rejoiced to linger there!
The robin pours its soul away
In music, by its margin fair,
Rejoiced to linger there!
Without the wood, a golden sea.
Where sacred Beauty loves to be,
Enclasps within its fond embrace
This stream of joyant face.
Where sacred Beauty loves to be,
Enclasps within its fond embrace
This stream of joyant face.
And sparkling ever in the sun.
From rosy morn to twilight dun.
The river murmurs with the sea,
A holy lullaby!
From rosy morn to twilight dun.
The river murmurs with the sea,
A holy lullaby!
A symbol of the good man's life!
Exempt from gloom and cank'ring strife,
Thus golden glide away his hours
In Life's sequestered bowers!
Exempt from gloom and cank'ring strife,
Thus golden glide away his hours
In Life's sequestered bowers!
And when the shade of Time is past,
He reaches that far sea at last.
To whose glad waters aye are given
The blissful smiles of Heaven!
He reaches that far sea at last.
To whose glad waters aye are given
The blissful smiles of Heaven!
TO MARY.
How sweetly glows the red, red rose
Upon the mountain's peak!
But O, more sweet its beauty glows
Upon thy cheek!
Upon the mountain's peak!
But O, more sweet its beauty glows
Upon thy cheek!
How brightly shine the stars of night
Upon the summer sky!
Upon the summer sky!
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