New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1842-05-28


nd Ut my return home penned the following >tanras
ermt me tn ask for them a reception your hand lin
risct as they are) humble testimony Of the gratelU
ceilings enter,a ned toward you by who has suffered
Parents indulgence in Fashionable Vine Drinking
fOrrs, &c. MEMBER
IL oden times, when knights in tourney met,
Some fair ones colOrs like pennon SET
What deeds OF dlriDg-wder than Romance
Did they achieve by sword. and eaive, and lance;
What tolls endure; what hardship, and the prize
moments raptured glance Of beauteous eyes;
scarf 1ow'ret, a whispered word,
The inner temple Of their bosom stirred,
And sent them forth again u do and dare
All that the Brave veaoNv for tbe Fair.
TO-DAY, while listening, Ns~esHALL, 10 thy voice
Saying 10 Woman, Now 10 Hope rejoice
Ny bounding heart cried out. Oh. what shall we
Bring ~ n guerdon, bold, brave man to thee,
Our Smiles, too poor tbs boon-far Flowers! ah no!
Gold. or bright Jewels; shall we these bestow,
No. give thee WOman's Thanks-bes Understood
BY those " no know the bliss OF doing good.
knighny in spirit thou our Knight shall be;
Thy coat of mall former Misery
Oar Ss'iies thy knghty Spurs; our Tears thy Sword
Thy Shield our Prayers; thy Motto, watch and ward
ilenceiouh heraldric hearings shall he thine
A stream sf Water and an Holy Shrine;
Where rests the Pledge-wached by an Eagh'seyc
That all undimmed can scan the noOn-day sky
Courage, brave Knight. twas thus my fancy led
When thou tina, mssiye from Mother read
Back from the path Of Wild ina isings came
Ny rowing Fancy, at that hallowed name
gazed aud lisicned soon, yes, soJn, found
The place wherein you stood was Holy ground
What won a Mothers Blessing! can there be
A higher honor yet in store lor thee.
A Mothers Blessing oh thine enyed lot
BY that fond Mother ne'er 10 be forgot:
Ever first mentioned in her heart.warm Prayer;
Ever with her frStborn her love TO share;
Thine, MARSHALL, thine shall he deathless fame
Mothers Blessing rests upon Thy name.
Oh il in yon proud hall, where solons meet,
And where thou long hast held privileged seat,
II there the poisoned shaft, in madness hurled,
Would bare MAR.HALL's bosom to the World
Would Blame and Brand thee, OH. remember thou
Holy trophy CLEANS upon thy brow;
And shaft anu stab alike shall powerless prove
Earth halI no Arnor like Mother. Love.
This thou hast proved; already thou dD.i know
It's Dea,hless naiurc-Tme here strikes no blow!
Vice digs no gulf so deep il dare cross
Mothers Fond never suffers loss
This Love thou ST tesied-tried its Changeess Truth
In hayward Manhood and 10 trusting Youth.
FunOwed Thy Mothers brow, and scanned her cheek.
Gray her Thu. locks but still her Heart doth speak
Before her Covenant God Who heareth prayer
CHILD oT the CosENANTi !. with her, will make
Earnest petition for that Covenants sake,
That thou ere Life shall all away have passed,
May on Thy Mothers God thy Spirit cast:
Taste OF that living stream whose waters burst
From Heavens ioun TO quench the Spirits Thirst
ALNRA.
P. 5. At the request of tie writer Of the above
lines expressed in note accompanying them,
enclosed address directed to certain initials City
Post Office, in a note which contained the seatcncc
placed at the head of the verses below received in
answer TO my note Ii you think proper you may
publish them, to show that " Anira' ;" talent was
byn means exhausted by the first eiusion. r. NJ.
Your Lines, Madam shall be preserved through life;
wish no ptouder kp,aph when am dead no higher honor
"mr alive May IL, l5i2'
NAY! tell me not those words had p,w,r
To thrill thy manly heart
Nor thus thy thanks profust ly shower
heed no laeier's nrt;
Enough tor me the simplest word,
ro',u ne thou the strain had st heard.
Think not wrote to trin thy praise
Or notice OF thine eve:
ioTeamed GOT e'er 10 meet thy gaze:
But ssusht to bush the sigh
Knew Thy oer-iasked bosom brea,hed-
for Tins eOa, the flowers wrrathed.
i"s va the pledge, that thou w.ulds, crave
NebrghIer boon in life;
Nohso'er ~ucheon Ger Thy Grave
MARSHALL the World isrife
With greener laarels for thy brow
isHe thee beckthy Spirits Vow.
'ae to thy trust; true to thy cause
Temperance Champion ever
my cheering boon thy Heart, applause
f,ll Soul and Body sever:
, ,ue" meet me there, where Angels roam
"Aere The Earh.wearied find a Home
ALMIRA.
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