New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-01-21

tomorrow, when I know yer dsngled after that
widow whole season ct the Baths
Why, said Smith, with one OF bis od iaasns,
g there YVES supplement- TO such an outPounng'
OF course. The reply TO my verses was an INVITA-
tion 10 join their party the next morning IN PHI
grinage to Valionbrosa, and once attached to
that ls3y's saite, "a Pour toajours or as long
e. she chose to keep you. Turn to the next page,
Before corning TO the verses of my more sober
days. you may ike 10 read one more flourish like
the last. Those were addressed 10 the same belle
dame and under continuance OF the same haliu-
cina.ion.
Bob gravely read
Ny heart e a heavy one tonight,
Dear Mary. thinking upoa thee
know no, il Iay brain Is right
But every thing looks dark 10 me
parted from tny side bat now.
listened 10 thy mou.n!ul tone,
gazed by starlight on thy brow,
And we were there unseen-alone-
Yet proud as I should De, and blessed,
cannot Sc, my heart al rest!
Thou lows me. Thanks, Oh, God, for this
III Should never sleep again
II hope is all a mock of bliss--
shall not now hav. lived in vain
care not that ny eyes are aching
With this dull fever in my lids
care net tina; my heart is breaking
For happiness that z ate forbds-
The one sweet word that thou hast spoken,
The one sweet look met and blessed.
Would cheer me if my heart were brsken-
Would put my widest thoughts to rest
know that have pressed thy fingers
Upon my warm lips unforb;d-
know that in thy memory fingers
thought of me- like treasure hid
Though TO my breast may not press thee,
Though l may never call thee mine,
know-and God, therefore bless thee!-
Ne other fills that heart of thine
And this shall light my shadowed track
j take my words Of sadness back!
s1What had that flirting widow TO do with the
gentle name of Mary 7" exclaimed Bob, after
laughing very heartily at the point blank take-in
confessed in these very solemn verses. Enough
of love- melancholy, however, my dear Smith. =
Let g have look now d. the Poeticai side OIL care
and trouble What do you call it"
THE INVOLUNTARY PRAYER OF HAPPINESS.
have enough oh. God My heart, tonight,
RIMS over with the fulnes. of content;
And as lock out on the fragrant stars,
And from the beauty of the night take In
Nh priceless porton-yet myself no more
Than in the universe grain OF sand
feal His glory who could make world,
Yet, in the lost depths OF the wilderness,
Leave pot flower imperfect
Rich. though poor
Nv low.roofed cottage is, this hour, Heaven
Mnsic is in it-and the song she sings,
That swee,.voiced wife Of mine, arrests the ear
Of nv Young child awake upon her knee;
Ans. with his calm eye on his masters face,
NV noble hound lies couchant; and all here
All in this little home. yet boundless Heaven
Are, in such love as have power to give,
Blessed to OVERLOOKING
Thou, VINO lookst
Upon INV brimming heart. this tranquil eve,
Enowest its fulness, as Thou dost the dew
Sent TO the hidden violet by Thee
And as that flower from Its unseen abode,
Sends its sweet breath up duly TO the sky,
CHANGING its gift To incense-so, oh, God
Nav the sweet drops that to my humble cup
Find their Ear ay from Heaven send back, in prayer,
Fragrance at thy throne welcome
Bob paused moment after reading these lines.
"They seem in earnest he said, land | will
sooner believe you were happy when you wrote
these, than that you were sad when you wrote
the others But one thing remark, " added Bob,
81 tho deyout feeling in these lines written when
YOU are happier; for it is commonly thought that
trbulaton and sadness give the first religious tinge
to the Imagination. Yours is but the happiness OF
Christian resignation, after all. .
"On the contrary" said Smith, /" nothing makes
me so wicked as care and trouble. always had,
from, childhood, disposition to fall down on my
knees and thank God for every thing which made
me happy while sorrows of all descriptions stir
up my anus gonism, and make me feel rather like
q Devil than Christian"
AZ In that case said Bob, taking up his hat,
/" Good night and God prosper you! And as to
your happiness y
We'll, what is the secret of my happiness,
think YOU Z"
Mauimouy. replied Bob.