The Arkansas advocate., 1833-09-04
THE OHIO.
WRITTEN FOR THE ADVOCATE.
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 CAsTo VI. Oh Woman star of iife's enciouded hoa-
 venl dedicate myself to thee again! Oh woman for mans guardian angel giy- Thou to the heart art like the summer
 rain, Or gentle dew that falls at morn at even, Soother of wo! remover of our pain Beanteous, and changing, like the sunset
 hue, Idedicate myself again to you. Myself, my pen-my heart, my hand-yea
 all, All that have, tho it be yalueiess, Despise it not, altho' the gift be small swear my worship by the floating tress, The shower of light that from thine eye
 doth fall, Soothing the heart and its dim loneliness Ky every thing otharial and human, Which goes to make thee deity-oh wo-
 man! Man fell for thee, oh woman! It is said And when l look on thee 1t seems but
 slight, This loss of heaven-for thee too, man 
 hath fled, And sunk in deaths eternal misty sleep; For thee he hath from fame and honor fled, i, And courted shame, disgrace and wo but
 light, So he might hold thee, woman! to his
 heart And be consoled by thy al! gentiing art. Thou hast inspired the poets sweetest
 songs, And he who hath not bowed before thy
 shrine, Glowed in thy love--and saddened for thy
 wrongs, Is no fit slave of poetry dlvine-- To thee the warriors cimetar belongs, And leaves the scabbard when the call IS
 thine And thou hast kingdoms, empires over
 thrown, By that fine magic which is all thine own. Thou art the soother of the sad mans
 drezns, And eomest oa him when the night IS still, Laying thy fingers like the etherial beams Of sunshine, on his brow of pain-until Beneath their influence again he deems That he is happy--and glad tears distl Away the sadness of his wasted soul, And, when the daylight on his eye doth
 roll, The memory of the vision still is sweet, And makes his sorrows more benign and
 calm. Thou to the weary travellers aching feet Addest new strength, whence with open
 palm The fancy comes, and woman seems to
 greet; And then he hears unmoved the thunder
 psalm, And the stern winds gathering la
 ment, hnd feels pleasure with US terror bient. So hast thou been to me--when l have
 stood, Upon tue eternal mountains snowy peak, The upper ether's noiseless solitude, Where l have felt most lonely and most
 weak, Amid the snows which there all seasons
 brood, And nurse the streams that far below out
 break, Then thou hast filled the trosblous eye of
 the mind, And cheered the heart which was before
 so blind. When have stood my long and weary
 guard, Upon the broad iHimitable plain, And yainly looked the eastern marge to-
 ward; When not star peered out behind the
 mane Of the gray cioud-then, from the world
 debarred, Then. fancy has upon me tossed her chain, And have seen again the starry eyes. To gain whose love, life were small sacri-
 fec. And since I've Jeff my houseless wander
 ing, And come again to live amid mankind, And toil, and toll, and to my letters cling, Cropping my graveyard path like one eye
 blind, Since then, oh woman! thou hast been the
 thing, Which hath upheld my heart, and braced
 my mind, And kept me struggling onward with the
 world, Like lone wave amid tho breakers hurl-
 ed. For, far amid the aisles of memory. I see the shrines which l did bow before, While standing in the edge of life's gay
 sea, And playing with it's waves-the loved of
 yore- And they have still wakening power on
 me, And people still the heart which once they
 wore Al f Al