The Massachusetts spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1831-1858, 1832-08-29
From the Spectator.

"a u L VI a IL T..
come an ths CLEANS from the land of dreams,
nrdppd round an the darkness pail;
lie may hear my moan in the night ,rinds grod",
When the tapestry flaps on the tcaH
st on tae breast of the death orFs nest,
and she scrsGnls in fear and pain
And my acings glare bright IN the iciId moonlight
As u tchirls round the usadmGns BRAIN
Ana dotcn ssreeps my car. like a filling star
hhen The srinds hare hushd heiT oredm'
And ye feel in the air from the cold sepachrt
The faint damp smell o. dedts'
My uigit keep by the mwderers sleep,
When dreams round has senses spun
4 RIDE on his breast. and trouble has rest,
IN the shape Of his Seadliff sun
And hOliotu and loo is tie moan Of tro
IN the depths of his struggling pain,
and his cold black eye rolls in agony,
And family rGthes his chains
The stpeat-drOps fall on the damp prison -,pdu--
He ,cakts ruth deep ,drd,cn sigh;
He hears my tread as fytrom his bed,
Ind he calls on the saints OF. high
And stiIv crouch by the sick mans couch
Isiife his stGmbering breath,
And / era,np-rack his bones as he shoulders and
grodi
In tse seeming pdnss Of death;
And tcords unknOtcn, fictTt q sigh and q moan,
In his horrible dread he ttters
As the dying breathe, TO the messenger Death,
In trild deiri0ts Hntaters
When he comes to bear the soul through the air,
To Mrn tchO Gsosie can II
When mortality must rettzn to her dust,
4nd the spirit to Him tcho gaze it.
lily to the bed tohere the ,oeary head
Ofthe poet its rest must seek
When dreams Of fame enkindle the flame
0fjOy on his pdliid cheek;
No thought does he take of the trorid G'caks.
And its cold and heGytless pleasure
In the HOLY fire of his otcn Ioptd lure,
Is has best and dearest treasure.
Vita py terrible StiRg that cheek bring
To a darker and deddher hue;
When his ld% dear token, his lyre, is broken,
His heart is broken too.
When the maiden asleep for her loper doth ,ceap
Afdr on the rolling sea-
And she dreams he is press TO her tcelcoming breast
Returned from his dangers free;
come IN the form of the of the storm,
Ind stceep him array from her heart
And then from her dream she d,cdkes Nth scream
To think that in death heu part
Ind still in the light Of her dream bound sight
The images tchirl and Dance
1iH my ,icVt eiision dispeis The pision,
And she starts as from trance
In dreams alright the startled sight
Of the miser tcither'd and old
And he strires to arise tcih horrible cries,
As he thinks Of his stolen gold
But faint is each limb, and CHASTITY and grim,
He groans ruth stiied gasp
And ms sinttcs strain on his bed Of pain,
IH he fdints in my eEriSh grasp;
An dIrfiI one, rith hand of bone
Seems to beckon him off 10 the tomb
And laugh as trhirl through the nights black
.fTl
In the film of the darkness gloom.
When the street. babe lies 10Th half CLOSED eyes,
As blue as the sky Of eUsn
And ye knotc the iChhe, BY its innocent smile,
That its dreams are fjoy and Hsarea,
Istedl to the bed lchere that gentle head
In meek eompoStTe lies.
Ind tcifh phdntOms of fright, break the light
Of its risions Of Paradise
The horror and fear of that night so dredr,
Is long ere 10 pass dtcay;
And the fearful glare of my fendish stare
Is remember d for many day.
When the clouds, first born of the breezy morn,
In the eastern chambers roam,
glide Gtoay in the t,silight gray,
To the mtsts Of my shadotcy home
But man may not ten by ,rord or by spell
Where Irest my hideous form
Where darkness and sleep TO their kingdom creep,
And dreams rustic BIZ like a Storm
Whether ii be an the cares of The sea,
Where the rolling breakers go,
Or The crystal sphere Of the upper air,
Or the depths Of Hell beloir,
90 Death 20 Craze o endless toorld beyond!
And Thou, the Holy One that shutteth up,
What no man openeth - Thou that opeHeth
That tchich nor man, death, nor the flu d Craze
Can erer Shut,-to Thee hotD reueTent,
Hon. humble, and hOr pure should be our prayer
Forgive us,-for ,ohGt are IRE! tohat But icorms
That cra,cl and b0sk and shine,-then tcrithe and
die.
But there is hope in Hearen-
-IheGr a roics
Saying the dead are blessed,-f they die
IN Him, ,ohO died for them that uhoso lires
Belering shall not die eternGHy-
SO may ice lire. and so apply our hearts,
To Gods true Jcisd0m in NUMBERED days,
That though tre be cut do,cn epen as the foarers,
And though zoe fee like passing shadows By
Hereafter ace may bloom again, and stand
Where all that blooms shall bloom eteynaLy
And shadows, like the bitter thoughts ofIife
Can neUer fit across the holy path,
Nor darker one torgrring smile Of Hearen"
J, G. c. BRAGxARD.