New-York daily tribune., 1843-03-31
Translated for The Tribune.
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Break dp the sounding shorc, the x ''s 'i4'
on wander near an unregarded sone'
IT In the shadow Of the orange nee,
Reside the path. beneath sbe fragrant heaSe,
The srild.5owers hide a solitary asme-
A came responding Echo never knew
pe.cs,nce The peasive stranger, pausing tneTe'
.t,,,o,e,;oor. feel lht unhisdeu tear steeidowb.
WHEN brrsbiag tie rank grass aside ne reads'
tss. u as bu, jast sIteen.-'tis SOFA to die
g,, whittier al, drawn by scenes o'erpsa?
L., the sea nnurmus and the wind sigh oa.
Return, O melancholy thoughts, return
For no " wo1ld not weep, bat cream once ''f'''
.she uas hat inst sixteen o sixteen years
On bcow more beautiful, taTe peSeI S''n''
And al, the lus;re of her Burning csnie
~ kfodIad syo u,o,e passonaisiy bright
Isee Her such as Thought upon oef son-
waere NOTHING dies--Saib stamped fer yins iofH'-
living, AZ ytsn her feryent eyes ON mine'
Der d.ra hair aoatipg, by The TI1a uneouno'
IT, .s,,s ,bin shadow wandering on nef cbees,
o.. T.teoed to the fishers evening song,
~ b-,alhed The freshness OF the perfEmed breeze,
drncrk ed tie yorag moon blossom in the sky,
Ike s,ae nigh,booming flower morn loves 10 greet,
And marked the silver foam. Oh why, she salo,
.Tbus radianl all aronad me and within
Never those fields of azure sown with flres,
Those sands OF gold whereon the waves expire,
Those nights that uenbie in the deep OF heaven,
These cceao guphs with sen, forests crowned,
ui.ose liz h,, ashore, those songs upon the wave,
Have such strange rapture stirred within my breast
why dream Dow as have never dreamed!
Is i, some star ne wr;seD upon my heorts-
Then looking in her Mothers face, she drooped
Her head upon her Mothers knse, and slept
But whittier am drawn by scenes o'erpasts
Let the sea murAur and the wind sigh on.
Return, . melancholy thoughts, return.
For now would not weep, but dream once more.
Her eye how artless, and her lip sincere;
-lx>,, ~ tI,Nsf fenyr
Nen's bright lake, unrufaed by breath,
Less lucid shines in us transparency; lwords;
There shone her thought, thought was shaped tc
No care upon her brow had left its fold;-
She was all happiness, and that young smile
which dies with coming. .yeafs-in sadness dies,-
Such smile hung ever on her parted lips,
Like a fair rainbow in sunny say.
No shadow on her radiant features dwell;
Bu,there the ray Of heaven without the cloud,
Tpeb,npiney was bright. Her silver voice,
Transparent echo Of her chld.like soul
Hymn OF that soul where all was harmony
Rejo!ced the very breeze that bore IT on.
8ut whittier am drawn by scenes o'eTpast!
Let the sea murmur and the wind sigh on
Return, o melancholy thoughts return!
For now would not weep, but dream once more
NV Image eIowed the first upon her Heart,
Asopens 10 The sun the sleepers eye,
And fro7, that hour she saw but He alone.
She loved ienceforh the universe wIs love.
was her Life, her Soul-part Of The World
Tb, enchanted World, that to her vision rose
Inseparate from all delight OF earth,
And hope OF heaven. Her Self, her Being, all,
was in The passionate Present rapt and lost,
When at my side, forgotten was the Past
Her only Future the bight-coming eve
To gentle Nature, that ABOUND us smiled,
She gave herself confdng, and to prayer
Prayer that she sought with joy and not wiihtears
..,;,Lt, opdS cfra
And 10 ber Temples courts she drew my steps,
Where like meek young child, I bowed With ber,
While softly murmuring, Pray with me- She said,
II can conceive no heaven apart from thee
Behold those waters Fl ON living source,
Lake.like ex pand beneath the shore abrupt,
Bright, slue, and limpd, by the wind unswept, 70
Upwasted by the scorching summer beam
A snow-whie cygnet on the l1cid sheet,
Dipping his crest, by slistening rpp!es clothed,
Adorrs, but sulies not the liquid glass,
And floats, and rocks among the evening stars;
But if for ober founts he plumes bis flight,
And beats with humid wings the quivering food,
Heaven flies the burnished bosom Of the wave;
With aake.hke lapse the rufisd plumsge falls,
AS if the yulture, his ancestral foe,
Had stained the placid waters with DIS DEAN.
The shiuIng azure Of that wizard lake
Js nav turhd wave where swins the saId.
Sucb cbanpe our parting on her spirit wrought
The sunbeam faded, aad is dying fame
Went back to heayen-to never more return
A second future she awaited not,
Nor laa uished on in doubt and weary hope,
Bui in her earliest Tears her heart was drownen
She ouafed bu, once from Sorrows chauce ueeP,
And as The bird--ess fair and innocent
Be.ea,h his piEioD bows the neck 70 sieep,
So did she wrap herself in mu,r despair
And SLEPT; but ah! not TO awake at morn.
She slumbers in the clay-'lis fifteen years
o'er her las. refuge tears no more ale shea.
Des,h,s second threshold, swift fcrgetiulness,
Coaceas The path that sought these sacfeu SHORES
None linger U'vr tn. obiiteraied stone'
TO mediate or pray! Save wheE-ny tooasnS
The food of rolling years ascending ar-
l ask my heart for lilose who are no more,
Aud MOURN ouenched in my hcayen It's Dr1gnlsst otp'
She was my mornipg-slar, whose sehas hga',
Placid and pure, yet ngers On my heart
hut whittier aua drawn by scenes o'erpasl;
Lei the sea murrnur and the wind Sigh on.
Return, o melancholy thoughts retura,
FOR now wculd not weep, but dream once more.
A eris,ling shrub with pallid yerduIe stands
Sole mounnen ut that Nature gives her child
Battered nv ocean winds, scerched by The sro,
Like dark re gi cts in iaceraied hearts,
II shelters not tAe rock that gives 1t lille.
oae flower in spring tine, like snowflake comes
TO hut,er brief day; bnt swcsp'og wines
Strip It's fIail leaves, its odors yet nnshed'
So Life departs, before is charas are ielt.
One gensle bird OF melancholy steain,
win sometimes sing upon the bending twis.
o, tell me, Flower, that Life soon hath blighted
Is there no Land where ALL thall bloom again
Return return 20 those departed hours!
Your sad, sad memories assist nay sghs.
o az, where Hies my Spirit. Fly my Thoughts!
My hearl, my heart is fell, now let ms weep.
OsCsnneli,s History of IRELAND.
The following extract from the History of Ire