Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-10-13

ful aid good hearts:
The spirit Of her son to cheer,
With hopes, she now had ceased TO feel;
From that dread stroke, which menaced near,
A few short bitter days TO steal:
To sooth the lnnguor Of decay
She s,rove-all other cares were hed;
And miduiyht's gloom. and mornings ray,
Still found her watching by his bed,
To render, with unwearied hand.
All love could do, or pain demand.
The very frmness oil despair
Had nerved her weaker heart TO pear;
Or never had that mother horne
To see him die--and thus to de
Un,mely wasting ere the morn
Otvodth hal passed uncloudcd by
While art es,ayed in vain to save,
Or smooth hi. passage to the grave.
Whate'er his inward pangs might he,
lie told Dot--mute and meekly s''ii'
lie bowed him TO Jchovah's viii,
Nor murmurci 1T the stern decree;
For gently falls the Christening rod
On him. whose hope is in his God;
For her too, who beside his bed.
Still watcbs with fond maternal care,
For her he breathel the pious prayer
yhe tear Of love and pity sh0d.
or would he bid her try 10 rest,
Aad turn his pallid face away,
Lest some unguarded look beiray
The pangs, nor sigh nor sound expressed.
When torture rackej his breast, twas known
BY sudden shivsring starts alone:
Yet would her searching glance espy
The look Of stl0ed agony
For what can 'scape n mothers eye.
She I.emed in health she loved him more
Than ever mother loved before;
Bni oh. when thus ia cold decay,
So placid, so resigned he lay,
And che beheld him waste away,
And marked that gentle tenderness
which watched and wopt for her dIstress:-
Then did her transient frmness melt
To tears oflove more deeply felt:
And dearer still he grew-anl dearer-
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Noon cams and fled-aud evening gray
Cast o'er the room a sombre shade:
Alike to her were night and day
Her eye wns mover turned away
xFrom the low couch where he was laid.
She could not weep-she could not pray,
fIer soul was dark and with despair
Devotion mingles not-the prayer
Breathed hopelessly was breathed in vain:
Her all of being centred there,
And draggedh her thoughts To earth again.
Hers was that bitterness OF wo,
Which sighs or tears can never reacn'
Which mocks the bounded powers ofspeech:-
A recklessness Of all below
OF ell arounu--above-Dut one
The dying youth she gazed upon.
Sc looks the mariner on the wave,
Which oaward rolls his opening grave;-
On battle fields with slaughter red,
Where friend by friend has fought and bled'
So looks the dying on the dead.
Her hopes, her love, her col thly bliss,
Her very soul was bound iu his;
And now The fatal hour was nigh,
When all but life with him must die,
And what-wheu he had ceased to be,
Oh! what wa. life but misery
A night with cherries gloom o. 'erea.t,
maddening memory Of the past;-
The desert OF the joyIess breast,
Deaths apathy-wilhout its rest.
Mute, motionle.s, as if he slept,
His head upon her breast reclined;
And yet, though horror coldly crep:
Through every vein she never wept,
Calm and resolved, but not resigned.
When Hopes last lingering ray was Der,
Despair it.elfher heart might steel,
Through all that she had felt before
And all that she was now 10 feel.
Ida. Why that wild convusive starr!
The agony has reached his heart;
The parting pans, that throbs no more,
s1as withered life, and all Is GER
No! still ne lives; the unequal strife
Still nature hears, il that be life
4 closing conhict-soon to cease
"A prelude to eternal peace.
= Nomcut-as the fiery ball
Flashes, bat digkeBs, ere ii fall;
AMomeut walked froo that deep trance,
lis eye 5esmel forth, aud IN lis glance
There was fiery energy
A lambsnt ray, lile's inst eDdeavor
10 sparkle, ere It fade lorever-
Aud summon ali Its strength-to lie.
Still heavenly Hopes undyiny flame
Shooe midst The wreck of nat ure's frame;
And through the mortal could she see
The germ Of immortality.
lie s,rovs to speak-he gaspcd for breath
Not all in "ain--tb though instant death
iisd touched his heart: one faltsr,ns word
He spoke, and yet another;-
The ress were NJ a dying groau.
An indistinet and hollow moan;)
Aud all he said, and all she heard,
Was" mother! dearest mother"
iife.could,no more: he sgbed-hs ceased
His head upon her bosom lay;-
She looksd-without groan released,
The soul had passed away.
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The foreign bard may boldly strike
With matchless hand the Tyre,
And breath his numbers fraught alike,
With swestness and with fire;
They are not half so sweet TO mo
Not al their glowing numbers,
A. when Columbia , harp wakes free
From its lstbsryick slumbsr.