The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1844-06-23

The lady lay in her bed,
Her couch SO warm and soft,
But her sleep was restless and broken still
For turning often aud oft
From side to side, she muttered and moaned,
And tossd her arms alott
At last she started up
And gazed on the vacant air,
With look Of awe, as il she saw
Some dreadful phantom there
And then in the pillow she buried her face
From visions i'll to bear,
The very curtain shook
Her terror was SO extreme,
And the light that fell on the broiderd quilt
KEPT tremulous CLEAN
And her voice was hollow, and shook as she cried :;
oh me! that awful dream
"That weary, weary walk
In the churchy ards dismal ground
And those horrid things, with shady wings,
That came and fitted round
Death, death, and nothing but death,
In every sight and sound
"And oh those maidens young
Who wrought in that dreary room,
With figures dooopng and spectres thin,
And cheeks without bloom 3
And the voice that cried, For the pomp Of pride,
We haste to an early tomb!
"For the pomp and pleasure Of pride,
We toll like Afric slaves,
And only to earn home at last,
Where yonder cypress wavss;-
And then he pointed never saw
A ground SO full of graves
"And still the collins came,
With their sorrowful trains and slow
Coffin after coffin still,
A sad and sickenng show
From grief exempt, never had dreampt
or such a World Of Woe.
"Oft the hearts that daily break,
Oithe tears that hourly fall,
OF the many, many troubles Of life
That grieve this earthly ball
Disease, and Hunger, Pain and Want,
But now dreampt Of them all.
"For the blind and the cripple were there,
And the babe that pinned for bread
And the h0useless man, and the widow poor
Who hegged-to bury the dead
The naked alas, that Knight have clad,
The famished that might have fed
"The sorrow might have soothed,
And the unregarded tears;
For many thronging shape was there;
From long forgotten years
Aye, even the poor rejected Moor,
Who raised my childish fears.
/" Each pleading look, that long ago
Isconned with a needless eye
Each face was gazing as plainly there,
As when passed ii by;
Woe, woe for me- if the past should be
Thus present when die !
"No need OF sulphurous lake,
No need oil fiery coal,
But only that crowd Of human kind
Who wanted pity and dole
Will ring my sinful soul
"Alas huve walked through life
Too needless where trod;
Nay helping to trample my fellow worm,
And nil the burial rod
Forgetting that even the sparrow tails
Not UNMARKED Of God
"I drank the richest draughts:
And ate whatever IL good
Fish and flesh, and fowl and frait,
Supplied with hungry mood
But never remembered the wretched ones
That starved Tor want Of food!
al dressed as the noble dress,
In cloth ef silver and gold,
With silk, and satin, and costly furs,
In many an ample fold
But never remembered the naked limbs
That iroze with winters cold.
"The wemuds might have healed
The human sorrow and smart
Yet it never was in my soul
TO play SO i'll part
But evil is wrought by want of Thought,
As well az want of Heart !"
She claspJ her ierycnt hands,
And the tears began to stream
Large, and bitter. and fast they fell,
Itcnorse was 30 extreme
And yet oh yet. that many Dame
Would dream the LadyS Dream.