Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1838-10-11
ORIGINAL POETRY.
For the Telegraph.
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The foainng waves in madd ming fury roar,
And sweep resistless TO the rock bound shore
While in their course progressive whrlpooIs form,
10 man more dreful than the wralh-fraught
The wreck-doom'd ship, which mounlain waves
o'erwhem,
Sent rushing on. nor heeds the stately helm;
She nears the brink that bounds the seamans grave
The whirling vortex of the furious wave,
its yawning depth laughs at the helpless Prov,
And shreIs a death-knell to the paIsed crew.
Zach pallid lip with silent awe was seal'd,
Or quiv ring hung, nor luckless ills reveaI'd.
With lightning chances Ger that trembling band
Each eye was sent not for their Chiefs command
Nor for their toiI-hought pittanoe-no, for these,
All sordid gifts of earth. they now release
In each wild look they sought their wretched doom,
The silent presage OF liquid tomb
That dauness crew, which braved the bowy sea
Thro storms that shrek d but harmless past them by
Must to each the parting hand extend,
Or sigh their farewell to each sea made friend.
Twas not the swelling grief that seals the lips
OF friends whom fate ayarice prompts to plrt
Eut pasying fear had checsd the nervous flood,
Like blocks Of marble no'ioness they Stood
And view'd appalled, the gaping void below,
10 which the storm had urged, then down they go.
One death-like shrek arose, then all was hush'l,
Save the deep meanings of the waves that ru9hd
IN maniac fury, Ger the sailors grave,
As he plung' d headong down the curling wavo.
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In silent slunber on old oceans breast;
As on the matron bosom, sorely wept
The child to slumher, so the wild waves slept
en- breasts cold and scnseess as the wave,
] hat robb' the seaman Of "a quiet grave.
Long months had past since that III fated crew,
In Joyous sea-song. bade their homes adieu;
Year roll d on year its varied seasons DER,
And still they came not TO their native Shore
The eye had scann'd the blue waves fiuthest var.4
aud watch each bark mount lightly o er the surge
IA she, from ether, wing'd her liquid way
Through threat ming peris of the mpetuous sea
Despair and hope alternate fill the mind,
A enc glad barh swept lightly to the land.
'lndulgent Heaven" the sorr wing mother sigh d
ain yonder ship that cleaves the slumb ring tide.
Gran, but the son my heart has held most dear,
And spurn from me the message ofdespur.
Mysterious fate, thy gded wings display
Chase every sorrow from my heart away.
Madd ming despair, thy dark abyss relune.
And light my weary passage to the tomb
Decisive hope, thy beam Of dazzling ligh.
Is but the prelude to deeper night.
Thy phantom form, thy fairy dream of Joy
Must in their turn LIES summer hours alloy;
Zach kindly beam must yield its radiant light,
And shroud the future in mysterious night.
Joys fleet on Joys rs time unerrng flies,
We grasp the image the phantom dies.
Aud yield disheartn' d, to the sick ming spell,
While hope recoils within her midnight cell.
Obliyons time, that drowrs our hopes and fears,
las scathed the mem'ry Of departed wears
No trace Of gladness tells the mournful tale
No ring pai ents now their sons bewaiI,
In silent mood no brother nlourns the day
That call a brother from his home away.
No wife lnments the hour-no sister sgIs--
J hat busrt in twain affections kindred tics
Or if The brow is solid by suIlen gloom,
II fits like vapor Ger the full orb'd moon,
Or some light breath that dmm'd the mirrors face
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