New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-10-13

Hampton, y. H. is one Of TIE oldest settlements
lgland. Ii has cihaps, mO;e tl,4 rs share Of fnEtH
ccdots, in.which the ce!Sbfated Gen. Ma Yankee
celebrated character. The legend ysrsiied below va
ed TO me when child, by yeperat= family v'sItan'-
HAMProN's woods are still tonight,
As yon spire which breaks the light
Of the haIffaced moon. No breeze
Bears the murmur of the seas
From the long white beach, or waves
Elm-leaves DER the village graves.
From the brief dream of bride,
She hath Weakened at his side,
With half.uttered shrek and start =
Feels she not his beating heart
And the pressure of his arm,
And his breathing near and warm
Lightly from the bridal bed
SpIings that fair disheveled head
And, feeling new, Intense,
Half of shame, half innocence,
Maiden fear and wonder, speaks
Through her parted lips and cheeks.
From the oaken mantel glowing
Faintcst light the lamp is throwing,
On the mirrors antique mould,
High-backed chair, and wainscot old,
And, through faded Curtains stealing,
HIS dark sleeping face revealing
Listless lies the strong man there,
silver-streakcd his careless hair;
Lips Of love have left no trace
On that hard and naughty face.
And that forchead's knitted thought
Loves soft hand hath not unwrought.
Yet" she signs, she loves me well,
More than these calm lips will tell;
STOPPING to my lowly state,
He hath made me rich and great,
And l bless him, though he be
Hard and stern to all save me. :"
While she speaketh falls the light
Der her fingers small and white;
Gold and gem, and costly ring
Back the timid lustre fling
Loves selectest gifts and rare
His proud hand hath fastened there.
Gratefully she marks the glow
From those tapering lines Of snow;
Fondly DER the sleeper bending
His black hair with golden blending,
In her soft and light caress,
Cheek and lip together press.
Ha that start Of horror Why
That wild stare and wilder cry,
Full of terror, full of pain
Is there madness in her brain
Hark that gasping hoarse and low;
"Sparc me-spare me---lct me go !"
God have mercy Icy cold
Spectral hands her own enfold,
Drawing silently from them
Loves fair gifts of gold and gem,
g Waken save me !."-still as death
At her side he slumbcreth.
Ring and bracelet all arc gone,
And that ice-cold hand withdrawn
But she hears murmur low,
Full of sweetness, full Of wo,
Half sigh and half a moan:
8 Fear not! Give the dead her own ~
All the dead wifcs voice she knows
That co ID hand whose pressure frozc,
Once in warmest life had borne
Gem and band her own hath worn.
9 Wake thee Wake thee :" Lo, his eyes
Open with dull surprise.
In his arms the strong man folds her,
Closer to his breast he holds her:
Trembling limbs his own are meeting,
And he feels her hearts quick beating:
Nay, my dearest, why this fear ~
Hush" she saith, the dead is here "
$ Nay, drcam-an idle dream.''
But before the lamps pale CLEAN
Tremblingly her hand she raises
There no more the diamond blazes,
Clasp of pearl or ring OF gold
All! - she signs, (" her hand was cold -
Broken words of cheer he saith,
But his dark lip quivcreth,
And as DER the Past he thinketh,
From his young wife's arms he shrinketh
Can those soft arms round him lie,
Underneath his dead wife's eye
She her fair young head can rest
Soothed and child-ike on his breast,
And in trustful innocence
Draw new strength and courage thence;
He, the proud man, feels within
But the cowardice of SIM
She can murmur in her thought
Simple prayers her mother taught,
And His blessed angels call,
Whose great love is over all;
He, alone, in prayerleSs pride,
Meets the dark Past at his side,
She, who living slrank with dread,
From his look or word or tread,
Unto whom her early grave
Was as freedom to the slave,
Moves hun at this midnight hour,
With the -dead's unconscious power
All the dead, the unforgot,
From their solemn homes of thought,
Where the cypress shadows blend
Darkly over foe and friend,
rim love or sad rcbukc,
Back upon the living look.
And the .enderest ones and weakest,
Who their wrongs have borne the meekcs
Lifting from those dark stil places,
Sweet and sad remembered faces,
Der the;guilty hearts behind
AN unw9tting triumph find.
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