New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-04-20
THE TRIBUNE.
Literary Notices.:

20 those written on the sober side of thirty, be.
..,.k a sill warm, sunny heart. Yet VIC like his.
.,,lv Poems bctter-such as these:
THE SOLDIERS WIDOW.
w uaen ;or rc;uFc.I
No for nv vinc-clad home.
That IL should ever he so dark 10 me,
WIb is bright threshold, and lis whispering tee
That should ever come,
g,.rinC tho lonely cello of tread
rso,all. the rooi-ircc Of my glorious dead
Lead ON, my orphan boy
Tbv home is no, so desolotc 10 thee
And The low SILVER in the lindeuuec
49, Nav bring TO thee jog;
Rat oh, how dark is the bright home before thec,
To her who with joyous spirit bore thee
Lead ON for tion art now
uy sole remaining helper. God hath spoken,
And the strong heart leaned upon is broken
And have seen his brow
The forehead o; my uprsh, one, aud just
Trod by the hoof OF battle in the dust.
lie will not meet Ihcc there
Who blcs, thee at the cven,de, my son
And when the shadows oil the night steal on,
He will not call 10 prayer.
The lips that melted giving thee to God,
Are in the icy keeping OF the sod!
Az, my own boy thy sire
Is with tie sleepers OF the valley cast,
And the proud glory OF my life hath passed
With his high glance OF fire.
Wo lha, the linden and the vine should bloom,
And Just man be gathered 10 The tomb
Why-boar them proudly, boy
III the sword he girded 10 his thigh
II is tho helm he wore in victory
And shall we have no joy
For Inv green Wales, oh Switzerland, he died -
! will forget my sorrow IN my pride
The following are written recently, and arc
,O,j, though in different vein;
THE PITY OF TIE PARK FOUNTAIN.
Twas d summary day in The last vi MAY
Pleasant N sun or shade;
And the hours weut by the poets say,
fragrant and fair on their flowcry way;
And hearse crept slowly through Broadway
And the Fountain galv play'd.
The Fountain PLAYED right rerriy,
And the world looked bright ard gay;
And youth went by with L restless eye,
Whose heart wa. sick and whose brain was dry;
And he prayed To God that he might die
And the Fountain played away.
Cprose the spray like diamond throne,
And the drops like music rang
And of those who marveed how il shone,
Wus proud man, Left in bis shame, alone;
And he shut bis teeth with u smollered groan--
And the Fountain swaciiy sang
And a rainbow spannod it changelully,
Like bright ring broke in twain;
And the pale, lair girl who stopped TO see,
Was sick with the panss OF poverty
And from hunger TO guilt she chose 10 flee
As the rainbow smiled again.
And all as gay, on another day,
The morning will have shone;
And Al noon, unmarked, through brig Broadway,
hearse will take its silent way;
And the bard who sings will have passed away
And tho Fountain will play on.
But why stand we here attempting the Crit
cal at one O'Clock in the morning with eyes that
Till close without leave2 Let lis give Mr.. Viii
Ltingonuous, excellcntly sensible Preface, and
70 home:
PREFACE
During the publication Of cheap, popular edition
Oflhe following poems in extra numbers of e perio-
deal it was thought by The publishers OF the pre-
snt volume, that there would be n demand ior u
handsome library edition. The author was induced
The spontaneous offers Of his present publishers,
Nnake more careful collection of his Poems than
bad vet appeared and the result is this fairly printed
volume.
Apreacc TO these Poems would be, in any cnse,
WI srepetitlOn. he autlOi HAS SuHeIeu, as oieIs
have done before him, by reputation too early &C
qar.d. Many of the poems which follow would have
seta very different, could the popularity Of the
t01ght embodied in them have been iorcscen, and
lze and pains given 10 make the vehicle more
scrlhy OF it, freight. Mendng them has been
bought Of; bet The mendinc Of well-hnown poetry
Nth new verses, shows as Ill as new pieces OF ma
hogany in old furniture.
Thus much said as 10 the detects Of his poetry
The author has no hesitation in acknowledging The
celestial on which public favor has placed him. He
vRhes that he could climb 10 i, again by q bet
afconsidercd path-tby path less accidental, in
led for he has written from present feeling or for
preseut gam, and with no design upon the future /,
But leaving, the turn OF the ACTIVITY OF life, all
he has written, up TO his meridian, he promises 10
himself more care in what shull occupy the down
hill sidc--carc, probably come too late, though he
eels, in truth as if his ripcness oil poccal feeling
and perception were all before him.
To those who read hin in his youth, the author
tommends this book.
NEG YORK. .Narek. lii.
These Poems form neat octave volume of 33l
pages. Very few Americans have written SC
much verse from which so little could well lie
ssted We need not commend thcm-WilIis
''n'a0ds readers, and rightlulIy.