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Below is a list of all the articles and advertisements which appeared in the first issue of the Bridgnorth Beacon, dated 1st October 1852. The transcriptions can be viewed by clicking on the titles.
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Poetry.
(for the Bridgnorth Beacon)
THE BURIED FLOWER
On a flower, whose root was found in the Pyramids, in the hand of the mummy, and being planted produced a beautiful and fragrant blossom.
Spring up, O buried flower!
Open thy buds to the noontide hour;
Pour thy rich odours on every gale,
Bid e’en bright roses before thee pale;
Win thee a name and a queenly place,
Mid the fairest blossoms of sister race;
The sunbeam bursts with a wordless voice,
And bids thee in beauty unknown, rejoice;
The dewdrops fall in a diamond shower,
Spring up, O buried flower!
Darkness enwrapt thee long,
But the might of thy hidden life was strong;
In the house of death, in the caverned gloom,
Slumbered for ages thy glorious bloom;
Stillness dwelt there in eternal reign,
Suns rose o’er the earth, for thee in vain;
In the hand of the King who had passed away,
Folded and lifeless thy petals lay;
Waiting the time of thy beauty’s dower,
Spring up, O buried flower!
Sunshine is round thee now,
The breezes play o’er thy shining brow;
The south wind breathes in its fragrance round,
The air is filled with a summer sound;
The bee broods over thy honeyed breast,
Swift birds poise o’er thee in graceful rest;
Rejoice in the wealth of thy glowing life,
Fold not thy leaves in the tempests’ strife;
Droop not when winter or dark storms lower,
Spring up, O buried flower!
Speak to the hearts of men,
There are bright words written by brook & glen;
In the lily’s robe, in the arum’s sign,
But none have a promise and voice like thine;
Tell of the years that have lonely past,
Tell of thy triumphing life at last;
Thou hast arisen from death-like sleep,
Shall not the parted o’er whom we weep
With a mighty hope, and a song of power,
Spring up, O buried flower?—
Unda.
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