LIKE the breeze from a meadow of newly-mown hay -|
Like the tinkling of bells - the far lowing of kine-
Come the scenes' that this drama's clear outlines portray,
The sounds blent with themes of the quaint and the gay,
Where the breaths of wild blossoms and woodlands combine.
They come with allurements of sweet rural air,
That give fragrance to joys and a freshness to charm
Of the glees and the dances and drolleries there -
Of the glad Husking Bee and the famed County Fair -
And kindiy Aunt Abby on Rockbottom Farm.
Too radiant and rare are such growths of the scene -
Too flowerless our natures and sterile our age,
That fruitage so glowing, with fancies so green,
Should fail ere our mem'ries can garner and glean
Or fade where they stand on the field of our stage.
|COLUMBIA THEATRE, BOSTON||CONTENTS||THE GENIUS OF THE PRESS|