American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1827-04-24

The last light vessels wake !-Then never more
Let mans deep VOWS be trused!-though enforced
BY all TIL appeals Of high remembrsnces,
And silent claims o. tn sepulchres, wherein
His fathers with their stainless glory sleep
On their good swords! Thinkst thou feel pangs?
He that hath given sons doth know the heart
Whose treasures he recalls.-Of this no more.
IT'S vain. tell thee that the involate cross
Still, from our ancient temples, must look up
Through the blue heavens of Spain, though at its foot
Ipersh, with my race
sEimina What must we burst all ties
Wherewith the thrilling cords Of life twned:
And for this tasks fulflment, can it be
That man, in his cold heartlessncss hath dared
To number and to mete us forth the sands
OF hours, nay, moments why. the sentenced wretch
He on whose soul there rests brothers blood
Pouv'd forth in slumber. is aliow'd more time
To wean his turbulent passions from the world
His presence doth pollute lit is not thus!
We must have Time to school us
GonzaleI. We have but
To bow the head in silence, when Heavens voice
Calls back the things we love-
Elo,ina Lore 0ve!there soft smiles and gentle
words
And there are faces skfnl 10 put on
The look trust in land It's mockery all.
A faitbess mist, desert-yaEor, wearing
The brightness VI clear waters, thus to cheat
The tbIssi tina, semblance kindled!-There is none.
In all this cold and hollow world no fount
OF deep, strong, deathless love- save that within
A mothers heart 1t is but pride, wherewith
To his fair the fathers eye doth turn,
Watching his growth Aye, on the hoy he looks
The bright glad creature springng in his path,
But as the heir OF his great Names the young
And stately tree, whose rlslng strength ere long
Shall bear his trophies well And this is love!
This is mans love What marvel l-you ne'er made
Your breas the pillow of his infancy,
While to the fitness Of your hearts glad heayings
His fair cheek rose and fell; and his bright hair
Waved softly 10 your breath You ne'er kept watch
Beside him, till he last pale star had set,
And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph broke
On your dim weary eye; not yosrs the face
Which, early faded through fond care for him,
heavens
Was there TO greet his wakenng You ne'er smootht
His couch, ne'er sung him to his rosy rest,
Caught his least whisper when his voice from yours
Had earnd soft ntterance: pressd your lip 20 his,
When fever parch'd il: hush'd his hayward crles.
With patient yigilant, never-s carried love.
No! these are zvonnn's tasks I'm these her youth,
And bloom of cheek, and bnoyancy Of heart,
Steal from her all UNMARKED My boys! my boyss
Hath vain affection borne with all for this
Why were ye given met!
Elmlna meets with priest, and holds Ion!
discourse with him. She obtains Of him no relic
for her mind Let them die he answers to he
questions.
LET them die nors thy children! so thy heart
Shall wear their beautiful image all undimm'd,
Within it, to the last! Nor shalt thou learn
The bitter lesson. of what worthless dust
Are framed the idols, whose false glory binds
Earh's fetter on oar souls ,--Thou think'st it much
To mourn the early dead; but there are tears
Heavy with deeper anguish We endow
Those whom we love, in our fond passionate blindness
With power upon our SOULS too absolute
To be mortals trust! Within their hands
| We lay the flaming sword, whose stroke alone
! Can reach our hearts and they are mercifui,
As they strong, that WELD It not to pierce us!
| Aye, fear them, fear the loved!
! aWe will now say few words Of : The Fores
Sanctuary But it SO abounds with beauty, is
highly finished, and animated by so generous
spirit of moral heroism, that we can do no justic
to our views of it in the narrow space, which o,
limits allow US. A Spanish Protestant flies fro
persecution at home to religious liberty in Amer
ca He has imbihed the spirit OF our own father
and his mental struggles are described in verse
with which the descendants of the pilgrims mu
know how TO sympathize. We dare not enter {
an analysis. From one scene at sea in the secon
part we will make few extracts. The exile
attended by his wife and child but his wife n
mains true to the faith of her fathers.
i " Ora bro nobts mater !'--What spell
n Was n hose notes, with days last glory dying
II On the hushd waters !-seemd they not to swell
From the far dust, wherein my sires were lying
With crucfix and sword l-oh yet how clear
Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine earl
4 "Ora s'-wi.h all the purple waves replyings
All my youths visions rising in the strain
And had thought much to bear the rack and chain
Torture the sorrow of affections eye,
4 Fixing its meekness on the spirits corcs
Deeper, and teaching more of agony,
Nav pierce than many sworlsi--and this I bore
With mute pang Since had vanly striven
From its free springs to pour the truth OF heaven
Into thy trembling soul, my Leonor!
Silence up where hearts no hope could share
Alas for those that love, and may not blend IN prayer
We could not pray together midst the deep,
Which, like food of sapphire, round us lay,
Through days Of spenor, nights too bright for sleep,
!, Soft solemn, holy! Viewers on our way