Alexander went to bid a long fare well.
But as he neared the sacred spot his heart seemed deadened. Prone on her
grave changing the snowy whiteness of the flowers with its crimson die
was the body of Paul Paulo. Who by his own hand caused his life blood to
floe as an attonement.
UP AND DOWN OLD BRANDYWINE
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
Up and down old Brandywine,
In the days 'at's past and gone--
With a dad-burn hook-and-line
And a saplin'-pole--i swawn!
I've had more fun, to the square
Inch, than ever _any_where!
Heaven to come can't discount mine
Up and down old Brandywine!
Haint no sense in _wishin'_--yit
Wisht to goodness I _could_ jes
"Gee" the blame world round and git
Back to that old happiness!--
Kindo' drive back in the shade
"The old Covered Bridge" there laid
Crosst the crick, and sorto' soak
My soul over, hub and spoke!
Honest, now!--it haint no _dream_
'At I'm wantin',--but _the fac's_
As they wuz; the same old stream,
And the same old times, i jacks!--
Gim me back my bare feet--and
Stonebruise too!--And scratched and tanned!
And let hottest dog-days shine
Up and down old Brandywine!
In and on betwixt the trees
'Long the banks, pour down yer noon,
Kindo' curdled with the breeze
And the yallerhammer's tune;
And the smokin', chokin' dust
O' the turnpike at its wusst--
_Saturd'ys_, say, when it seems
Road's jes jammed with country teams!--
Whilse the old town, fur away
'Crosst the hazy pastur'-land,
Dozed-like in the heat o' day
Peaceful' as a hired hand.
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