The Ohio Democrat and Dover advertiser. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1839-1840, 1840-02-14
POETRY
From the Baltimore Patriot.
THE LEXINGTON.

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The following lines are descriptive Of that
awful scene Of the burning steamboat, (which
has brought hopeless misery to manv good
and generous heart. Years cannOt obliterate
the memory Of that scene. Oh thatI could
stretch my hand and wipe away the tears of
surviving lrisnds--that I could heal the broken
hearts of the widow and the fatherlessl But
there is but one ebalm, and that balm is the grace
of GOD. 81. ~ - Et
Night rested on the sea-the moon alone,
Der the wide waste ofrotling waters shone;
The slorlous sun had sunk in western skies,
And the dim stars looked down like angel seyes;
Az ifthey wept in heav' the apprJachingdoom
And drop'd their tears en- that untimely tomb.
The warm hand press'd, with many gener'
GUS token, ...,--
The long embrace once DER, and tare,oeN spo'
The buoyant boat swift leaves The crowded
... shore, ... - SHs.
To gaze on those they shall behold no more;
Upon the deck they strain their anxious eyes,
Till evening drops her curtain Ger the skies.
Now o er the waters, here the wanderers sleep
Went forth that train Upon the treacherous deep;
They thought of friends to whom they should
E- return, .a..
Nor thought, alas those friends so soon would
mourn;
In 5lissftl dreams they think no more they roam,
But tread again the happy halls-of home;
aI haant hr,n
Thoughtless of danger, on the dark waves rest,
When 10 there comes upon the ear cry,
And the word FIREl runs roaring thro' the sky,
The red flames flash upon the foaming flood,
Till the wide waters seem one sea of blood,
On the cold blast dread Azet' comes in ire,
Waves his dark wings and fans the fearful fire;
Wild o Ter the deck and with dishovepd hair,
Rush the victims shrlsking in depair;
'Wffere is my sons' the frantic father cries,
And where my sirel' the weeping son replies.
Amid that scene of terror and alarm,
Deal woman, wailing, throws her ivory arms,
And shall she pershi Nay, one effort saves
Launch, launch the boats upon the boiling waves
"They're lost, Oh! God, they sink to rise no
more"
A hundred voices mingle in one roar.
From post to post the affrigted victims fly,
While the red flames ilumlne sea and sky,
The pitious took Of infancy appeals
For hslp, hut ahl what heart in danger feels!
None save mother s-see her CLASP her boy,
Floating, she looks TO find her second joy,
She sees him now, and with a transport wild,
Save, save, OH save she cries, my drown
ing child I
She waved her arms and in the next rude wave,
The mother and her children found grave,
Lock'd in her arms her boy hath sunk to rest,
His head is piow'd on her clay -cold breast,
A mothers love not death itself can part,
She hangs her dying children to her heart,
And fain would perish more than once, to save
Her blooming boys from oceans awful grave.
"A sail sail / hundred voices rave
In the dim distance, on the brilliant wave,
She comes, and hope cheers up those hearts a.
gain,
They shall be saved d-alasl that hope is vainl
The dastard wretch beholds the imptorng crew
Looks on the blazing boat, thon bids adieo,
Leaves lhsm to perish in watery grave,
Rather than stretch his coward hand to save.
Go, thou inhuman being, he thy name
A demons watch word and the mark shame,
Go teach the to tiger what to thee is given,
And be the scoff Of man, the scorn of Heaven,
Be all those mourning mother tears thy own,
Till human feelings melt thy heart Of stone.
& Now o er the ice-cold sea the victims swim,
; Their limbs are helpless, and their eyes grow
dim,
With cries for help, they yield their lingering
"a breath,
Z As one by one they close their EYES IN death.
'fhe blazing wreck moment shines more fright
One cry is heard, she sinks, and all is night,
The moon hath set, darkness shrou'ls th lea,
N, voice is heard upon that moonless sea,
rot pity spreads her wings upon the gale,
4 And few are left Ia tell the dreadful tale.
3 From down-beds YARNS, and from their Joy
Gus sleep,
Pul' many an eye afar shall wake 10 weep,
Full many heart apless parent mourn,
From friends and hon G. alasl untimely torn.
FAIR Balti more, thy children too must weep,
A father, husband, brother in the deep,
And heaniy's eyes shall often melt in tears,
) O'er he sad tate, in future d,ys and years,
I The lispng child will to its mother cling,
Aud ask what day its father home will bring,
Aias poor child, no father comes to thee,
lie sleeps lnshrouded in the dark blue sea,
No more thy mother now shall rOuss the fire,
To welcome home her husband and thy sire,
No more the mother, when tho day is done,
+ Shall long to look upon her gifted son,
No more shall Clasp h m 10 her bea ing breast
And breathe pray'r that he may still be bIest
Far from his mothers mourning heart he sleep
Nor knowsthe friend who FER his fate now
How many tear shall yet, alas be shed,
Der that wide tomb that holds so many deadl
Mysterious are thy ways. oh God. yet just
Thou art in all things-let us bow and trust.
MILFORD BARD.
Poets Garrot. Baltimore Jan. 22d IS4O.
"'rbe Angel Of death. ...
Leap Ycar.--By the common law Of Court
rhip it is the ladies' privilege this year to 'Po
tic Question. Queen Victoria. the great arbtres
Ofthe ton, has already taken time by the fore
lock and set the example. 1T seems that Prime