Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1843-08-19
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THE MISANTHROPE.
(BY A JoURNEYMAN PRINTER.

NISSAN 1AhoA
(BY A yoURNEYMAN PRINTER.)
,T,s nigh, again-no more let morning rise,
Nor hated light salute these wretched eyes.
Wrapt in this gloom aud hush'd in awe profound
Be every object-every human sound.
What pIeases man! Oh, may never share
Be dead each feeling, reign alone despair.
Alone, distracted, buried in this cave,
Unseen, unk nown, forever let me rave;
Letno foul reptile dare approach this place,
That bears resemblance to the human race
No feaihered songster there attune its throat,
To fill the thicket with its love-sick note,
But let the bowling of the beast of prey
Rise Oh the blast and drown each tender lay
The owls shrill cry-the awful groan of death,
And shrieks of spirits tremble DER the heath.
Man, fell man, fly far this haunted shade,
My air pollute not, nor my paths invade:
If in nv walks meet thy fIightful form,
III read thee piece -meal 10 the bowling Storm
III pity not--I have forgot to feel,
Nv bosom's harder than the polished steel,
I wan, no pity, none will receive,
NAV tends torment him who for me would grieve
When DEATH cold siumoer COMES u ciose ese oyos
And my soul laoors in fierce agonics,
IN smile dsdainful at the dart of death,
And pour forth curses with my latest breath;
Around this haunt cast my last glmmering light
And sink triumphant in the depths of night
Harder than marble be TRANSFORMED the tear.
That falls in sorrow DER my silent bier.
Iwant no friends to follow my remains,
No signs OF mourning, and no pious strains;
No lovely wife 10 weep in tenderest woes,
No little chdren--all mankind be foes;
Then may the tiger make my grave his den,
To guard my bones from every human ken;
From fields of slaughter, thither bring his food,
And dlench my ashes with his victims blood.
once had mercy--once this breast could glow
And melt in pity at another's woe;
Once sweet benevolence for all mankind,
PROMPTED each action and each thought rehn'd;
The mournful tale once claimed my willing ear,
And with my gifts always shed a tear;
But when misfortune fell upon my head,
And drove me from my little humble shed,
No friendly arms were open to my cries,
No roof 10 shield me from the wintry skies.
The very wretch that on my bounty fed,
With pride, disdainful, from my footsteps fled.
Once fair wife reclined within these arms,
Sweetea'd my peace with her seducing charms,
Soiten'd each passion by her magic art,
And stole to raptures this deluaed heart.
But when fell designing william came,
She fled with him, and loaded me with shame.
had son--he was my only boy,
My dawning prospect and my evening joy.
Nature had form'd him with her utmost care,
With each attraction that could win the fair:
His stature rose in strength and manly grace,
The rays Of genius lighted DER his face.
Oh, now loved him but how i'll repaid,
Was all my fondness and parental aid.
lie too forsook me for an harlot's bed,
And lavish'd curses on his fathers head.
Tn, shudder nature at thy dark disguise.-
Man, boas,ed man, is infamy and lies.
I'll now go prowl the wild'rng may tread,
And climb the mountains bleak and rugged head
Hang in grim pleasure DER the dreadful steep,
And hear the tempest lash the angry deep;
Invoke the furies from their midnight cave,
And call the murderer from his yawnng grave.