The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1845-11-28

"A smile lit the tear iii the timid flowers eye;
And when death had stolen her beauty and
bloom,
The ray came again to play over her tomb.
Long ere the lay had ceased, the cloud
in the sultan's eye had desolved in tears.
Never had music so moved his soul. "The
lutte was enchanted! The youth was Peri,
who had lost his way! Surely it must be
sol"
"But sing me now bolder strain!"--
And the beautiful child flung back his gol.
den. curls--and swept the strings more
proudly than before, and his voice took
olaion.tone. and his dark, steel. blae eyes
flashed with heroic FIRE as he sang
THE CRIMSON PLUME.
Oh! know ye the knight of the red waving
plume!
Lo his lightning smile CLEANS through the
battles wild gloom,
Like fash through the tempest; oh! fly from
that smile!
IT 10 the wild fire Of fury--it glows to be-
guile!
And his sword-waye is death, and his war-cry
is doom!
OH brave not the knight Of the dark crimson
plume!
His arr1ot Is Black, as the blacklist midnight;
His steed like the ocean foam, spotlessly
white;
His crest--a crouched tiger, who dreams Of
fierce joy
It's motto Beware! for wake--to destroy!
And his sw ord-wave is death, and his war cry
is doom!
Oh! brave not the knight of the dark crimson
plume!
BY Allah! thou hast magic in thy voice!
One more! and ask what thou wilt. Were
it my signet-ring 'tis granted"
Tears of rapture sprang to the eyes of
the minstrel-boy, as the sultan spoke. and
his young cheek flushed like morning
cloud. Bending over his lutte to hide his
emotion, he warbled once again
THE BROKEN HEARTS APPEAL.
Give me back my chidhood's truth!
Give me back my gulcless youth!
I Pleasure, Glory, Fortune, Fame,
These will not stoop to claim!
Take them! All of Beauty's power,
All the triumph Of this hour
Is not worth one blush you stole
Give me back my bloom of soul!
/ Take the cup and take the gem!
What have to do with them!
Loose the garland from my hair!
Thou shouldst wind the night-thade there;
Thou who wreath'st with fattering art,
Poison flowers to bind my heart!
, Give me back the rose you stole!
Give me back my bloom of soul!
"Name thy wish, fair child. But tel
J me 6rst what good genius has charm et
) thy lutte for thee, that thus il sways the
soul!'
. "A child-angel, with large melap cboly
eyes and wings oflambent fire.. we Frank,
. have named him Love. He led me here
and breathed upon my lutte"
"And where is be now?"
81 have hid him in my heart" said th.
boy blushing as he replied.
"And what is the boon thou wouldsi
ask!"
The youthful stranger bent his knee
and ,aid in faltering tones--"Thou has
a captive Christian knight; let him 60 free
and Love shall bless thy tbrone!"
"He is thine--thou shalt thyselfrelease
him. Here, take my signet with thee. ,
!, And the fair boy glded like an ange
of light through the guards at the dungeon
door. Bolts and bars fell before Lim--fol
+ he bore the tailsman Of Power-and he
stood in his beauty and grace at tho cap.
tive's couch, and bade him rise and &c
forth, for he W as free.
"De Courcy, half-awake, gazed wist'
fully on the benign eyes that bent over
him. He had just been dreaming of his
guardiah angel; and when he saw the
beautious stranger boy--with his locks
of light--his heavenly smile--his pale.
sweet face-he had no doubt that this was
the celestial visitant of his dreams, and
following with love and reverence his
spirit.guide, he scarcely wandered at his
sudden disappearance when they reached
the court.
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CHAPTER III.
aPbre as Aurora when she leaves her couch,
Her cool, soft couch in Heaven, and, blush
/ Ing, shakes
The balmy dew-drops from her locks Of light"
Safely the knight arrived at bis castle