New-York daily tribune., 1843-04-29
From Blaekwood foF April
ro ths fpeai-BY SCHILLER.

r;l. ,bou. With thy fancies holy
NJ ~. ~, faithl~ss. fly from me-!
,U;.h, ~, ;or. ,hy melancholy,
yg;I, ;bou tisus relentless freef
n Golden Time, o Human May,
Csp no,hiog, Fleetiag One, thee 'sst'ssh'
Mus, tfy sweet riref glide away
Into the eternal ocean-Msln'
Tb. ,uus serene are lost and vanished
Tba, won, the path Of youth 10 gid,
Ard all the fair Ideals bsnished -,
From that Wild hear: they whilom nice
Gone the divine and SWEET beiis,ing
la dreams which Heaven itself ani uEieh-
,Ub., ,,odI;k. .h.pes have years befesvlns
aw.n, from this real work-day world.
A, ooc.. with teadul passion fired,
The Cypnsn sculptor elasPed the ''on''
TIL th- cold cheeks, del1ght1nsP,',u'
plp,hed-,o sweet life the marble grown,
So Youths desire for Nature.-fonnd
The Statue. so my arms wr-nthea.
TIN warmth and life in mine 1t found,
Aud breath that poets breathe--'t eTeatheo'
VII ,,v o,n burning thoughts II burned;-
It's silence stirred 10 :p@rch DIVINE
II, lips nv glowing kiss rctufaed;-
n. heart IN beating answered mine.
How fir was then the hOwer--the tT-e.-
uo,, siIysr-.we.t the fountains fall
The .oulle.s had soul 10 me.
NV life It's own life lent 10 all.
The Universe Of Things seemed swelling
The painting heart 10 busst It's bonnd,
And wandering Fancy found a dwelling
Ia every ugtt---deed. and sound.
Ger,a,d IN the mystic buds, reposing,
A Who'll. creation slumber.d nut,
Alas. when from the buds unclosips,
How scant and blighted sprung tn f'uit.
How happy in his dreaming error,
His own gay ysior for his wing,
OF not one care as ye, in terror,
Din youth upon his journey sp'ing,
Till food, Of balm through airs dominion,
Bore upward to the fsintest star
For never augh, 10 that bright pinion
Could dwell too high, or spread TOO far.
Though laden with delight, how lightly
The wanderef heaven"ard still could soar
And aye the ways Of life how brightly
The airy Pageant danced before
Love, showering gifts (liie'. s"eete'p oo"h'
Fotane, with golden garlands gay,
And Fame. with stsrbeains for crown,
Aud Truth, whose dwelling IS the Day.
All midway soon lose evefmore,
bfar the bllthe comnani0ns stray;
In vain their fnithless steps explore,
As one BY one they, glide away
Flee, Fortune was the 6r.t escaper--
The tkIist fe' wisdom fingered yet;
But doubts with many gloomy 'aPor
The SUN shape Of the Truth bese'.
The holy crown which Fame was wrcathlng,
Behold! the inean mans temples wore
Aud but for one short spung-day breathing.
Bloomed Love-the Beautiiul-no more:
And ever stiler yet, and ever
The barren path more lonely lay,
Til waning Hope could scarcely qairsr
Along the darkly widening way.
WHO. loving fingered yet TO guide me
When all her boon companions fled
Who stands consoling still beside me;
And follows TO the House Of Dread
Thine. Friendship thine the hand so tender
Thine the balm dropping on the wound
Thy task-,he load more light to rend"I'
o, emlie,; sought and sooneS, found.
And thou. so pleased with her uniting
To charm the soul-storm into peace,
swee, Toll. in itself dchGhung,
Tha, more it labored, less could cease;
Though but by grains, thou nids' the pil"
The vast Eternity upreers---
A, Ie,,t thou strik's, from Time, the while:
Life's debt--the minutes, days, and y"ars'f
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