New-York tribune., 1842-02-05
FT0!n EIackWOON Tor JANUARY
THE PRISONER OF GHENT.
EY B.> >IaMo:Ss s

pierre Joseph soee was condemned in 773 be broke
The wheel Tor having murdered young girl he was .he
eventeen years OF age The Emprc>, Mara theresa cor
nuted his punishment 70 Imprisonment for i't IN isii Il
sci a liberty by Count E!cha!i the hetuI1a OF The Go
acks whose headquarters were Il! tins cry out DelE d.a
1tute OF the OF subsistence, ni relations ana friends
ecueste lc be allowed 70 the same PRISON W!c
rad been long fs abode The request was granted an
tire years. NJ! died Monday. al the age OF eighty
Loyldon 'He'.
ST.ss;D from m5s path, you solemn par.
Nor blocl; the gateway to the dead
Dull Priest, and sleek AIcdicincr,
Win bowl and Bible at my bed
taste not that touch not tins
The one nlv Ioa,hcd life would STAY,
The second DER yon black abys
Gnido - ), re,Ir,. no doubt, OF bliss
Ike that I quit 'o-doy
,yrbn,o NAV once AGAIN be born,
N1,,. l,noy.. .vi,at means thc=b breeze OF morn,
Then share--as ii before hetel!-
s,n,n.. binding Dungeons endless hell.
Sec through my cells la,e-opencd door,
That rnilv-longiine of vaulted dark,
Which dfonils the cropping sight, before
Il rams the solitarx spark
Ofdaylight, that from broad blue skies
And Wild free woods has struggled in,
Marking the porch where Pity dies
And lea.cs The keys 70 Sin.
Graz lnonF;:--rnv countless years have pas,'d
One straight. cl,r,,d level, blaci; and vast
As tha, grim g;,!lcis, with a rar
Ofsunshine on their opening way.
SAY ,hou who breaches, man was sent
In,o this Got-crcated world
With HIGH bene!icent intent
Nihgmy unripcn'd Soul was hurl,d.
just ;is il started in the race
Ere Reason cap had cool'd my lips
I.rczl could sunder guilt from grace
Down, down where demons have their p placc
In Death ) unsoundcd dccps2
One hour was mine Of lovely things,
Flowers, waters, forests glancing wings,
,rhel, sudden nigh and shiny stone.
Shut me and Madness up alone.
They SAID twas Mercy saved me So
rhc Slves-I could bu, briefly feel
Their bursting umccs ponderouy blow,
Stre,ch'd on The limb-diyidimg wheel.
should no, then haze died the death
Which takes Il century to slav,
When wElem'd, enciain'd, and chukcd beneath
One marble mass. the cllarncl,s breath
It's victim rots away.
| should moi then have felt my mind,
From lonely horror scared and blind,
Whlri INTO savage lrcnzy'S rage,
Like captive tiger round his cage
Who that had heard me strive to break
With shouts tha. ccasclcSS solitude
Till my tiiin, gasp refused to Shrek,
And nlinc became the idiots mood;
When strength ot, youth and manhood might
10 lnoping, soundlcss torpor grew,
And the sick nndisccrling sigh,
One blanl, lnler,ninablc night
OF burial only knew;
Who then had dccmd the drivccr there
Plough'd ly the Avengers fiery share
OF love, life, light. once drank his fill,
As the 1.-THE roc-dccr drinks the rill!
Yes give ne back one year Of bloom,
And though lcmorselcSs Was my fall
And Tcrccly dire my INDUSTRIOUS doom,
Yet will tecc il all
So once again may bul rove
With HER the fair and cvcning-cycd-
Thar thing Of radiance and Of love
Sweet Mauln, ,vh" in the chestnut, grove
So priced and pc,jmcd died.
Oh but 10 watch her ON this breast,
Sink like folded flower le rest
0ncc--oaly oace--;,s III that time
The bow Of heaven had less of grace
In yalley-waters glassd and bent
The very glory of her face
Fresh luslrc to creations lent
THIS heart with fire was al 100 full
By winding brook and mossy stone,
And rh,nderous wave and woodland lull,
[ loved with her, the Beautiful,
And lived for her alone.
! sought one eye our llysting-ucc,
The linden bough was budding free,
But wild December srripi it bare,
Before again She met me there.
She came al last drank the start,
The blush her trcachcrous check bctrayd
Enough-the hie-tidc of her heart
Was crimson on my blade.
i had a riehl--whoz taught her first
Earth only boon, lruc love, TO know
When w,one'd IN every dream nurs1,
To snatch hc, from the last The worst
OF sorlows here below.
Not swecler Went our early hours,
Beneath the happy chestnut flowers.
Than wore that iirsl red night AWAY,
When ! and Murder watch,d her clay
You know The rcst---ve fclon's lric,los.-
The sands OF hldcouS grief are rum
Nor tell me, when Earth tln:.ldom ends,
That Heavens is hu, begun.
dare no, deem the creed divine.
That from this parting hour would tear
The trust. that horrors like 10 mine
Nlav from the ,Iudeemcni-thrcsholdss shine
The blot of hioodshcd wear!
From my life page the hand ot, shame
Swept hope, love, memory, fortune, name
The reSt-RcmorSe, fear, tenzed woe-
Remember Tnou to whom | go!
From Blnckwood'> Magazine Tor January
11lLLEl-SLANES Al #LEGHORN.