Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1843-07-08

The heur approached!
That hour, so full of fear and dread to woman.
And yet withal, so sweet,
When she but thinks
That it will make her, for the first time, It
mother.
And if before, that sacred appellaiiop she has
borne,
Borne it as a mother ought,
1t brings full comfort TO her then, to know
That one cometh,
Whose affections will be forever cntwined
around the fbrcs of her heart
And from which, the allurements of this cold
and selfish world
Shall, in vain, endeayor, to entice it.
Great God how wise, and now inscrutable
are all thy ways ;
Nothing does thou, but it is tempered with our
good
And 50 well nave all things been ordained,
That our happiness, like the priceless jewel
Is found III that, from which, we thought,
Nothing to please, could ever be obtained
The hour approach'd-it pass'd-the child
was born,
Andinnocencc and beauty came with her,
Unto her mothers arms.
Few months-few little months pass'd DER
their heads !;
And who can tell the deep solicitude,
The watchful and unccasing care,
That mother felt, for her poor infant child!
Who can name her sorrow, her poignant and
heart-rending grief,
When the sad thought pass'd DER her mind,
That all hopes to rear that child, must be ex.
tinguished,
And she must soon lie in the arms of death.
But woman, anxious wsman, thou weTet then
deceiv'd;
Death had no, then come nigh your child,
And his relentless grasp in thy mind alone,
Was upon the form Of thy poor sickly infant
She lived-and lived on, increasing
Both her strength Of body, and the vigor o
her mind,
Until delusive hope, led thee to think,
She was verging TO pertsctionj
Here too, thou vast deceiv'd,
Mournfully, bitterly deceiv'd-
Those eyes, which once glowed with beauty,
And from which came forth sparks OF intel
lectual fire,
Are clos'd if not in Death, at least agains
the world
No longer can that blind girl, see her mother
smiles,
And with her own sweet smiles, return he
thoughts.
her DrOtnefS, sister, TRENDS,
Tho united to her heart, are now unknown t.
her,
Darkness! Eternal Darkness! makes then
all strange
Alas ! poor woman! Why then dost thou nc
speak to her,
And with thy sweet, familiar voice,
Tell her, her mothers near
With fear and trembling she calpd her child
But in vain she spoke,
In this world, she'll never hear her more
Her ear is stc2p'dl
And the sweet parental voice, through thu
avenue
Can no longer enter to that poor girls mind.
Her sense Of taste, and that of smell have neal
ly fed,
They too alas ! have well nigh left her
And her roace, her power Of speech,
That in~terchanger Of thought with thought,
BY which mans wants, his wishes are mad
known
Where is it gone Has it departed?
Alas it, too, is gone-forever gone-she too
O~h-sightless, voiceless, earless child!
Art thou not dead
No! not dead !-"Tbe darkness, and the s
lence Of the tomb
Is around her"-But she is not dead.
Mind, Immortal Mind, still lives,
Undimmed by darkness and unhurt by ills.
There it reigns supreme-not manned or mi
tilated
With the same powers it before possessed
But how to reach it? How to bring it fro
its dark cavern,
To look upon the splendors of Gods wor
again?
For this, that weeping mother
Gives up her child, unto +another's care
And for this, did he bestow his time and t
Tents,
Upon the poor blind girl
Science too lent her assistance in the no
work,
And by her all powerful aid,
The clouds of darkness were soon roll'd ava
And light now shines Oh Laura's mind =
Though blind, she ~sees-though deaf, 81
hears.
- Y. s. L.
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