Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1837-08-02
For the Vermont Telegraph.


Mr.. Editor:-The Poetry, below, Is from
the pen of one who is now no more. He
fell prey to the disease which he describes.
His health had long been feeble. His con-
stitulion was never robust. Being deprived
Of health, he was under the necessity of
quitting college before he had finished his
course of study. For several years, he spent
most Of his time in teaching, principally in
the State of New-York. In the Autumn Of
1885, convinced that the state of his health
required him 10 seek milder climate in
which to spend the approaching Winter, he
repaired to South Carolina. Toward Spring,
by sleeping in damp bed, he took violent
cold which confirmed the disease 10 which he
had long been predisposed. In April, sensi-
bic that the consumption was seated upon
him, he wrote 10 an uncle, residing in Rut-
land, (Vt.) under whose care he had been
placed, and in whose family he had made it
his home while obtaining his education, in
forming him of the state of his health, and
asking the privilege of coming and closing
his days with them. His request " as cheer
fully granted lie arrived in May, and lin
gered, suffering much, till October, when he
closed his earthly career In his sickness,
he exhibited in lively colors, the traits OF
the christian. He was patient sufferer, no
murmur escaping his lips. Although he
suffered much, he was still cheerful, and
died in peace. This Poetry was written
during his residence in S. Carolina, proba-
bly, after the opening of the last Spring he
was permitted to spend on earth, and from
subsequent events, he was led 20 attribute to
1t rather prophetic character. Presuming
1t will not be uninteresting to your readers,
it is submitted to your disposal. w.
THE CONSUMPTION.
mo- no, on me no more,
Shall! health her baImy influence pour
No more along these veins shall glide
The streams Of life with swollen tide
Nor shall this wasting frame be strong
With vigor as when hope was young,
And like the Hart, bounded free
Der dell and stream, and shadowv lea;
No more my spirits gush as when
longcd 10 move and mix with men:
Nor throb thus heart with rapture high,
For something whispers must die.
This futtering pulse, this whitening limb,
| This hollow eye, with death dews dim,
| And painting breath, and altered voice,
These nerves that thrill at every noise
Visions that crowd this burning bran-
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OF wanderings far in search of home
And changes strange where'er | roam
The cold sweat on this pallid brow
| Tell me the lamp of life burns low
That verna suns, and flowers, my eve
Shall charm no more, for must die
| For the last time, this ear hath heard
The music of Springs early bird,
Hath caught from far, when all is still,
The Ginning of the mountain rl,
The thunder's sulen voice al night
Filling my soul with wild delight
For the last time hath heard the roar.
Ut the loud sea on yonder shore
The swelling anthem-Sabbath bell.
That one "eet voice loved so we'll
| And music of the night winds sigh,
For 1t is time for me to die
No more-no more, o never more.
Shall joy exert her kindly power.
10 win my heart from pres mt pain.
And fill the bounding pulse again
With ecstacy;-or hope of fame,
Light in this breast the lambient flame
Disease hath quenched;-but to the grave
(As streams common outlet have,
And fall into one boundless sea,
| Apt emblem of eternity)
Each thought must darkly tend til
| Receive the welcome cali to die
No more sweet Spring shall throw for me
Her mantle green. DER hill and tou,o..
| Nor Summer spread her vari ed store
OF fruits and flowers; nor Autumn pour
| Her golden treasures over earth;
Nor Winter light the social hearth;
no no, he may not dwell
On scenes like these. whose dying knell
VIII soon sweep solemn down the vale,
MIXED with the wild winds ftful wall,
And calmly grid himself to die.