The Misanthrope's Wish - An 1855 Poem
By Rose Elwood. For the Chronicle. Bridgeport, July 31st, 1855.
- Oh give me a home in some sylvan retreat,
- Where the wild flowers spring up for a carpet so sweet;
- Where bright birds in branches of evergreen sing,
- And the deer and gazelle over underbrush spring.
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- Where all kinds of sweet fruits are tempting the sight,
- And the moon softly rides through the star spangled night;
- Where sweet-scented zephyrs blow soft through the green,
- And breathe to the flowers the sweet tale of their love.
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- While the bright summer sun rode in majesty by,
- I'd have for cov'ring the bright azure sky;
- And when winter's cold blasts cast a chill o'er my frame,
- I'd build me a hut in this fairy-like realm.
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- In this place would I live, each day loving it more,
- With no envy to tempt my ambition to soar;
- No dome but the trees waving over my head,
- And bright birds to mourn for me when I am dead.
August 9, 1855. Belmont Chronicle 7(44): 1, new series.