The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1831-03-17
From the Siamess Twins, by ths Author Of
Pelham, +.
To the Grdpe -.


And swim and noisclessly tribe 1s :
Ofdreams into tho silence rusheth.
But dreams like his whose burning lips
R9veal'd the dread Apocalypse,
Chasing, though in troublous mirror,
The dim but starry truths of fate,
Weird shadows ofthat world ofterrcr
Or love, 10 which thou art the gate."
a Piston Of fore.
oEre the end be gained, what bright
Bot half.caught visions haunt the sight.
Back into shade the vision shrinks,
Hut not its memory Of delightt
Flock thousand dim and fairy fselings,
Love only wakes, our spirit o'or:
Vague thoughts we fain would call revealings,
The stars grow lovclier than beiorc;
From our earih's clay cloud is driven,
Aid we gaxe oftener un the hesyen.
There the soft instinct seems to win us;
Something now kindled, stirs within Us;
The lesser and tho lower aims
Ofiife, ,thc cnnoblcd heart dIsclaims;
The fervorin his very faults
Rshae', and "'ellows. and exalts
Possession may content the frame,
And calm, nay haply qncll, the flames
But those wild visions and nsprings,
The unbodied, dream like, dim desirings--
They shun all earthlier fruition! -
They speak mn uncompleied doom
They murmur at the ciays condition,
And Pine within us 20 the tomb!
Yes! love brings something more than love
a prophet and divine Impression,
That that which ycarnsth here, above
Shall not be alldenied possession.
Though dormant in the secret breast
Through the harsh toll, and grinding strife,
And sluggish sleep, that exc tho rest
Ofthe long acts Of motley life;
Though dormant, may the guest divine
Lurk in it's lone disculturcd shrine;
(For as our gloomy way we grope,
We ask but light from earthly hope,
Ns'er seeking, and but darkly seeing,
Tue inward glory Of our beingD
Al once Il wakes, and breathes, and moves,
The instant that our nature loves
No never human lover knew
A passion deeply felt and trucs
And did not ere his love declined,
Feel the immortal 0f the mind;
Feel how, Unseen and still, we Cherish
That something never doomed to perish,
And own tho honleward. .pining sigh
OF the pent exile Of tho sky1"
a FaremeU Parting.
"Wc'll meet-pnce more
do not say, 'bo true TO me-
know that deep and tender heart!
onl, tell thee, Live to sea
HOW ioV u, now truly lDf tHou HIt
Abi'what are years TO. those whose thought
Can boar them DER the gulf OF epace9
BY grief itselfmy soul hath bought
The right to fy 10 thine embrace
,Methinks, if when, once more we meet,
Tho'f,rm be bowed, the locks be tfin-.
'Tis but thy welcome eyes To greet,
To light Youths lamp once more within
Age IL not made for us. No! All
The past defes its whitening breath
The SHOWS Of Time on Love may fall,
And only warm tho soil beneath.
Well, weep weep ON I! for hearts like ours
MethinkS 'tis sometimes wise 10 weep
For if our love had flowed or flowers,
II ne'er had been a stream so deep !"
To Jaliet-a Thought at .tfght
ain yonder tapar's waning light,
An image ormy heart see;
II burns amid loney night
IT'S life the love of thee.
The s,eadfast light its passion takes.
.But slowly wastes while il illumes;
And while my very life it makes,
My life itself consumes"
Tomon.
40 Woman day star of our doom--
Thy dawn our birth, Thy close our tomb
Or IL the mother OF the bride,
Our fon6est friend and surest guide;
And vet our folly and our fever,
The dream II the meteor the deceiver--
Still, spite of sorrow wisdom = years.
And those--Fates sternost warmers rs---tears--
Still clings my yearning heart unto thee,
SIN knows no wish like those which WOO thee,
Still in some living form essays
To'c'asp the bright cloud it portrays;
Andstiil as ono who waits besde, 1
But may not ford, the faithless tide
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