New-York daily tribune., 1842-09-03

Dark curse, or death-dcnouncing word;
And i'll his eye of savage glare
Comported with scene so fair.
He muttered low, "What leaden weight
Rests heavy on my heart of late
Have not reason to rejoice
Tn spite of that strange mocking voice,
That whispered in mine ear of doom,
Winged death-shot and aishonored tomb!
Though black cloud lower or day-beam shin
The guerdon of revengeis mine.
/ loved her, ave, adored her long,
Her name the burden of my song;
Though scornful the return met,
Some old affection fingers yet
A faded flower in desert sand
Once green isle of fairy land;
Her frown chased sunshine from my day,
A rival bore the prize away;
She spurned me with forbidding brow
That proud one is my captive now y
He mused awhile and thus resumed;
..Ha! warned again that am doomed
That guilt hath fearful recompense?
OF Juggling fend false demon hence!
Though life be nearing fast the goal
Vengeance shall first appease my soul.
Her beauty fires my brain no more
Albeit twas otherwise of yore.
Up from my hearts most secret cells
A fount of bitter water wells;
Hope lights itnot with moonlight beam,
AS naptha burns upon the stream;
Its black and troubled current knows
No quiet ebb but ever flows;
And when my vengeance is complete
I pray this pulse may cease to beat
In me the Future wakes no fear,
A hell Of pain I suffer here.
Her sire, the Baron, gray and old,
Will never more his child behold:
And vet he was nay patron erst-
Taught me the game Of battle hrst;
He led me from q howell dim
The vino of Joy to quaff with him;
But ever in his lordly hall
Between us interposed wall:
We never met on equal terms
Though both were perishable worms;
Bells rang gay peal VIXEN he was born
In rags first beheld the morn;
But was proud, nor could l brook
AT times his frigid, stately look,
That seemed to say forget not, boy.
The Past in your Incorporate JOY.
Fool! did he deem me tutored hound
To yield quarry up when found
A iackall who the lion guides
Where the sleek antelope abides,
Enjoying not the fruits of toll
While Power appropriates the spoil
From swooping hawk may tear away
The partridge and its haun, regain
Fast hold have eagles on their prey,
Their talons never clutch in yain."
The moon went down; while others slept
That wretched man his station kept;
Eastward his bloodshor eye he turned,
And sign of coming day disccrned
Faint purple streaked Nights azure arch;
ssUp and away upon our march
"We must be, ere the Sun, he said,
ssOr danger in our rear may tread.
Low sounds crept on the dusky air
Nor tread of wolf nor tread of bear;
There was rustling mid the trees
And yet there was no wandering breeze
Noise as of leaf or Wondering root,
Yielding beneath a cautious foot.
Reused from his revery he strove
To pierce tho shadows Of the grove. .
Once more a haif-hushea trampling came,
A boding temor shook his frame;
"Am deceived or scan Alright?
&.Dim figures meet my line of sight:
.Ssana! who goes therea" he sharply erie
A carhine flashed--a yell replied.
We'll done, bold Cavalier of France
Deadly thy aim and keen thy glance.
The wrongs OF Blanche in captive bands
Claimed stern requital at thy hands.
True was that bullets airy track;
The wounded warrior staggered back;
To shout defiance he essayed,
But hoarsc and hollow murpus made;
Avoice, once heard where sabres crossed,
Its full clear thunder-tone lad lost;
Nuinbed was an arm whose might alone
Through scrriea ranks red swath had NOW
From ieefy couch his Hurons sprang,
As it each felt an adder's fang:
Iheir weapons grasped in dissryny
Whiio bounding from their covert rushed
Avengers burning Cor the fray,
Like some mad whirlwiaa on its way.
When oak is rent and rock is crushed.
Fighting the battle of despair,
His tomahawk the Black Fox swung:
And qa9vering on the troubled air
The wsr-whoop of Ouye,ha ruas.