Virginia advocate. [volume] (Charlottesville, Va.) 1827-1860, 1830-07-02

Magnifcence of Ocean--for they come
Like visions, DER my heart-but when look
On your unfading loveliness, i feel
Like lost iniant gazing on its home,
And weep to die, and come where ye oppose
Upon yon boundless Heaven, like parted souls
On an Eternity of blessedness
lis wonderful what changes may be
wrought by few fleeting years in sen
sltiVe spirit. was alone with Isabel i'm
her arbour on calm evening of her twen-
tieth Spring, and, when she chanted, as
usual, sweet aud tender air, / could not
but contrast the passionate melancholy of
her voice with the tone of joyousuess with
which she had SO often delighted me in
her girlhood. Isabel was sinking into the
Passio. had not visited her i'm any
of its fiercer forms, but her heart had sunk
down from her starry height, and, like an
Autumn Hover, was casting its life breath
upon the winds. L looked upon her. and
her eyes were raised to Heaven, and as
the moonbeams came down and SIMMER
ed in their depths, she shook aside her
long tresses that seemed to have caught
their wildness and darkness from the
storm, and "A gush of tears, such as come
when the heart yearns for language; bath
ed her cheek, and she sobbed long and
loud. AT length, her tone and look were
changed to their wonted calmness. "I
have been thinking" said she. "that
am about to die--about to 90 away from
this cold world, where every Thing is chill
ed in ITS blossoming. 1t should be so.
was once happy creature-my thoughts
were Eden birds, that futtered and sung
IN the bright air of Heaven, but died when
their tender plumage was touched by the
Earth. A child of dreams, L sought the
world-out | am wearied-wearied now
and will break my poor lutte and die.
Oh, whence are the bright visions, tina,
have shed their broken and momentary
CLEANS upop my spiriI, and led me on TO
seek IN vain their beautiful realities amid
all the changes of existence Nave of
ten dreamed that we must have lived in
some other and more glorious state of he
Tag, and that the mysterious elimpses that
here llnger round our souls are the bro.
ken remembrances of that better realm
They are bfIghtestin childhood-thpy pic.
ture rainbow in every tear-and, in onr
infant thoughtlessness, we imagine them
the shadow Of the glories that await us in
lite; but, as we journey onward, they be-
gin to dissolve away, the music, with
which they come over us, swelIs family
and more family upon the blast, till. at
length, we awake, and find that all is but
cold and bitter mockery ~
In few days we laid Isabel in her grave
She slumbers in retired spot and II
has often been my consolation to 90 and
muse alone over her silent resting-place
During my last visit, penciiled an uu-
worthy tribute to the memory Of the child
OF song.
Dear Isabel, again l come to linger and to weer
Upon the spot where wild flowers spring to mark
thy place of sleep,
| And, as kneel beside thy urn, thy spirit from
afar,
Comes DER my memory like the tone the music
of star.
Thou vert the ioselight of my morn-the idol o.
my dreams
And life, with thee, was like the fall of Sum
mers quiet streams,
And, if dark cloud ever came upon my visions
fair,
Fly love shone DER the gathering shade, and lef
the rainbow there
| Thy breezy step is seen no more upon the blu
hills brow,
And Beauty's early light las left my darkene
day dreams now
| But my lone spirit brightens yet, like that i'm
mortal flower,
That sends abroad at eve the rays it drank a
morn's first hour
Dear mInstrel-girl-thine was the high, the ho
gift fire,
And beautiful it flashes played aronnd thy glow
| ing Tyre,
But it consumed thy heart, for there its centre
brightness fell,
And thou art now thing of dust, my own love-
| Isabel!