The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1837-06-03

but the patter my own waters, while the
fierce sun rolls down intolerable day upon
me,--oh, cruel one, couldst thou but know
this, and feel, as I, the infnity of loneliness
never woudst thou 90 astray! But now
thou forsakest me; thou wandorest all over
the earth, playing the traitor with every
idle flower. Now thou wilt loiter among .
the rich gardens Of Alsay, and then wanton
on the vine-hlls Of Albania. Did not know
that the guardian Of the flowers had appoint |
ed thee TO watch over them, and mature
the ripening fruit-giving to the one their
golden glitter, and to the other their ambro-
sia taste,--I should fear thee, OH my
spouse I should remble for the easy virtue
of the daughters of the rosebud, whose
beauty, like thine, dazzled their eyes. But
now my dearest can
Thus far had the stream proceeded, when
q human voice, as Of a fair maiden at my
side, addressed me, SO that the conclusion
of this conjugal appeal, as well as the celes-
tial reply it must have produced, were both
lost to my dissatisfied ears.
"Son of Amanzor," said the voice in
tone of rayishing sweetness, "son of fAman-
zor, fly to thy arms for protection! Take
pity kncel to one who never refused mer-
cy. Oh, take pity on maiden, thousand
years afflicted by the most cruel of griefs!
Show compassion, and thousand fold shall
the blessing of the Prophet repay thee!"
The voice died away, not into silence,
but into melody so intense, so thrilling, so
rapturous, that mine ears were struck with
deafness-like those of Sarah when she
Knocked; but every nerve became an ear,
and | was all hearing, save that an invisible
perfume stole from the music upon my soul!
Suddenly the soft quavering of swilt-shifting
sound all ceased; not abrupt, but with
sounding close. Before my eyes the music
stood, or hung, as frozen in the sky! Oh
that had the Prophets flashing pen which
wrote celestial themes in words so liquid
like, and soft, that lambent flames made mu-
sic round the page, then would write or
paint that frozen melody 1t was like the
tabled architecture of that pile, where Beau
ty, 81 Virtue, ard Truth, these twin daugh-
ters of Time, dwell in the smile of Allah;
and no cloud dims, no veil conceaIs, their
heavenly countenances. My flesh had
shrunk from my limbs with fear-my con-
gealed blood, like serpent, would have
cawled forth from my veins; but the exceed
ing beauty of the sight and sound stayed
all my fears, and only a silent wor-
: ship, too intense for sound, stole from my
heart
: The visible music melted away from my
eyes as Moses and Elias were Transformed
into rosy cloud in the presence OF the
C doubling, and the voice once more flowed
G forth. ooh, Amanzor, listen and relieve!"
d | saw no shape; I looked, there was nought
E but the new-risen moon, and the reflection
L of the sunset on the water now so tranquil,
It that saw the muscle catch the unwary fish.
o Astonishment came over me, while still
d heard that voice repeating my name The
2. rustic OF the dry Leaf, stirred by an unseen
= locust, is wont to fill me with alarm and
1t horror; but now, such confidence had the
e presence Of Beauty inspired me with, that
t, | rembled not, nor even called upon the
y Prophets name of power.
L "Tell me, mysterious stranger l cried,
r ''tel me who thou art, and show thy form,
l. or cannot relieve thee? If thou hast form
/, display thyself before me-"
+ Il cannotshow myselfto the created eye"
J. replied the voice. "My guardian angel
/ no1o sees not my face. Would to heaven
is that even the eye of grim Elbis might light
sr on me. But no: none save the GREAT ALONE
e has looked upon me this many a thousand
% years. see all things, with more than
d mental powers; drink in light from every
/ source, but | can return none. None but
2. myself and God knows me. Stay, stay
e kind stranger, and listen to my tale, e. thus
~ relieve me of nv MANY mispries: for IL is