Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1841-12-11
From the Cincinnati Daily Message.]
STANZAS.

EZER
Pale star, that with thy sol. sad light
Game out upon my bridal eve,
| have Il song to i ~ tonight,
Before thou tak'st thy mournful leave.
Since then, 10 aoltly time hath stirrsd,
That months have almost seemed Ike hoire
And aIa like a little bird
That's slept too long among the flowers,
And, waking, sits wit waveleas wing,
Soft-singfng mid the shades Of even;
But OIL with sadder heart | sing
! sing Of one who dweIls in Heaven.
The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
And teuierest thought my heart beguilea
AZ, floating UP through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out and smiles
AND to the green resotinding shore
In silvory troops tho ripplos crowd,
iii all the ocean. dippled e'ers
Lifts up its soice aud laughs aloud,
And star on star, all soft and calm,
Floats up yofi arch e%erenely blue;
And, lost to earth and stepped ia balm,
MY spirit floats In ether too.
Loved one! tllongl, lest TO human sight,
| feel thy spirit lingering near,
Az softly AZ / feel the light
That treinblea through the atmosphere. :
AS in sothe temples holy shades,
Tho mute the hymn and hnsi'd tie prayer,
A Foleuiti awe the soi1l prevadef,
Which tells that worship had been there
A breath Of incense, LEFT alone
Where many d censor swni1g around,
VIII thrill the wandefer, like Il tone,
Who treads on consecrated ground.
/ know thy soul, from worlds OF bliss
Tint stoopB awhile 10 dwell with me,
Hath caIq,t the prayer | breathed in this,
That / at last might dwell with thee.
| hear q muranifr from the seas,
That thrills me Ike thy spirits signs;
/ hear a voice on every breeze,
Plat makes TO mine IT'D low REPLIES
A voice All low and sweet like thine:
II gives an answer 10 my prayer,
And brings my aeul from Heaven q sign
That it shall know and moet thee there.
I'll know thee there by that sweet faee,
Round which a tender halo plays,
Still touched with thai expressive grace.
That mad9 thee lovely all thy days.
by that sweet emile that o'or it shed
a beauty like the light Of ey6a,
Whose aoft expression never fed.
lsFDH FttSt ir sui ihIfts INV "a ~ t1BaFEtit
I'll know thee by The starry crown
That gIittefe IN thy golden hair:
Obi by these hlt seed signs alone,
Til know thee fhere--Fll know thee there.
For nh tune eye. within its sphere
The s&oct3 d youth and beauty met,
That Swan in love ard eoftneas here,
Must swim IN love and ~scftness vet,
For all! Ito dark and liquid beams,
Tho sndden'd by IL thousand sighs,
Were boiler than tho light that streams
Dotfn from the gates Of Paradise
Were bright and radiant like the morn,
Yet soft ard deWy as the eve;
Too sad for eyes where smiles are born,
Too young for eyes that learn to grieve.
| wonder iftiig cool sweet breeze
ilath touched Thy lips and fann'd thy brow:
For all my spirit hears and secs
Recalls thee to my memory now:
Eor every hour We breathe apart
VIII hui increase, if that can be,
The love that fills this little heart,
Already filed 80 full Of thee.
Yet many a tear there eyes must weep,
And many a 8 IA must he forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink to Sleep
Ere thou and | shall meet in Heaven.
AMELIA.
LOUISVILLE, KY.