New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-09-09

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,,3 nov farewell. We birds and blossoms tender.
We clis,eping leaves by morning sews empearled
And YOU We beams that light with soiiened spendor
Tho aijmmering glories OF yon outer world
While tbrs we pause these silent arches under,
Toyoa and yours wild farewell we wave,
For Oh perhaps this awful spot may sunder
0urbeaus from all we lOvc-this world OF wonder
Nay be our grave.
And vet farewell the family Pickering torches
Light or lone footsteps o er the silent sod,
And aow all hail We everlasting arches,
Ye1srk domiuions Of an unseen God
Who would not for this sight the bliss surrender
OF al the beauties OF yOn sunny sphere,
And break the sweetest ties. however tender.
To be the witness of the silent splendor
That greets us here!
yegluerinc caves We high ENHANCING arches,
Apilerim band we glide amid your gloom,
Win GREATNESS lips and high upliited torches,
All ianciiully decked ia cave costume ers.
Frf the days clad beams. and songs, and flow
We've come with speiOuched hearts we count
less caves.
To glide enchanted, for a few bref hours,
Tlro the calm beauty of your awful bowers
And DER your waves
Beautiful cave that all my soul entrances,
Known az the Wonder of the West so long,
Oh iwerc fate beyond my widest fancies.
Could but shrine you now as such In song
Bal lis in vain--the uniaught child of Nature,
lcannot vent the thoughts that thro' me flow
Yet none the less is graved thine every feature
Upon the wild imaginative creature
That halls you now
Pa ace Of Nature with poets fancies
I've oft times pictured thee in dreams of bliss.
i Il yiy IN my
But never gazed | on a scene like this
Compared with thine. what are the awful wonders
or the deep faihOmless. unboundcd sea
Or,he storm cloud whose lance of lightning sundcrs
The solid oak or even thine awful thundcrs,
Niagara
HMk hear We not those echoes ringing after
Our gliding steps my spirit iaints with fear
Those hooking tones, like subterranean laughter
Or does the brain grow wild with wandering herel
There may be specircs wild and forms appalling
Our wandering eyes, where er we rove to greet
Me,hinks hear their low, sad voices calling
Upon US now. and far away the falling
of phantom feet.
The eitiering dome the arch the towering column,
Are sights that greet US now on every hand,
And all so wild--so sirangc-so swcetly solemn
SO like ones isncies formed OF fairy land
And these then. are your works mysterious powers
Your spells are cr around us, and beneath.
These opening aisos these crystal fruits and flowers
And ellitorng grots and high-arched beauteous
As still as death bowers,
Buiye lead on perhaps than this fair vision
Some oyecr Vet in darkling distance lies
Some cave of beauty, like those realms elysian
Tha, Oft times open on poetic eyes
Some spot where led by Fancy's swee, assistance,
Our wandering feet DER svcry sands may stray,
Where pratiling waters urge with soft resistance
Their wavclcis on. till lost in airy distance,
And far away
0A the lone Indian Ger these low toned waters ,
Has bent perhaps his swar,hy brow 10 lave
lisems the requiem of their darkcycd daughters
Those sweet wild notes that wander DER the wave
Has thou no relic of their ancient glory,
Noerend. lonely cavern linked with thine
No tale of love-nO wild romantic story
OF some warm heart whose dreams were transllory,
And sweet as mine
linus, be so the thought you spell enhances
Yet wiz pursue this wild, romantic dream
The heart ailoai upon its tluuering iancies'
Woad lose itseliin the bewildering theme
And yet We waters still list your surginS
And ever and anon | seem 10 view,
Ia Fancys eye. some Indian maid emerging
lsTcagh the deep gloom and o'eryour waters urging
Her light canoe.
VI silent cave amid the elevation
Vfiosty thought could ! abide with thee,
" souls sad shrine. my hearts lone habtaiion
Forever and forever thou shouldst be
nefe into song my every thought | d render
And ihou-and thou alonc--shoudst be my theme,
~ tom the weary worlds delusise splendor,
"cald not my lonely life be all one tender,
Delicious dream
les ,housh no other form save mine might hover
IN these lone halls no other whisper roll
Aens those airy domcs that arch me over
save gentle Echo sister of my soul
&c. neah these domes whose spell of beauty weighs
y A! heart would evermore in bliss ABIDE me,
~ NJ S'ro~ % depress-no hope 10 raise me
UTE would ever dwel-wiIh none 10 praise me
And none TO chide
",s"a o. caves and streams and must sever
MY spif' from your spell Twere bliss 10 stray
&c APpy rover oi our realms forever.
A'a yet farewell forever and for aye
ny yoa now. We, many sparkling token
r"a'in your cool recesscs have sought
m ~ ,sssasare up with fances still unspoken-
=" nun these quiveriDg heart strings, Death hath
The thread of though, broken
We 'hsi publish Mr.. Preniice's Poem tomorrow.
Ed. Tribune
~ TN LAW REPORTER. for Sept. opens with
:. Interesting paper on The Case Of alone Muller
-"ss sally Miller who recently c'itioned for and
>asa aeF freedom in Louisiana after having been for
yes's held in Slavery
~ isSAs AND HER PRESIDENTS by CoRiNNE
.eoSssi, Il the title Of work soon TO be issued.
LHrELis LINING ACE No. 60, is for sale
'"m Taylor, Asior House.