Richmond daily Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1842-1861, 1845-07-03
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10 The Auburn Journal publishes Letter from friend
in Boston from which we borrow tho following -
Visited Professor Longfcow his in old Harvard
The poet in fine health and Spirits and gave me come
sianzas entitled 1.-The Lament of the Widowed Inebriae
by Dugsnne which enclose for the qualification OF the
readers Of your paper They breathe true spirit OF po
ey and surpass in tenderness beauty paos and define
alton OF heart broken sorrow, any thing ever saw Long
fellow that they enough immortaze .ny poet
Alas the poor inebriae How just. how true the follow
ing iines What dagueneoype likeness Of the inmo,t
soul OF the drunksrd have we here
THE LAMENT OF THE WIDOWED INEBRIATE
I'm thinking thy SMILE Mary
Thy bright and trusting smile
In the morning Of our youth and love,
Ere sorrow came-or guile
When thine arms twined about my neck
And mine eyes looked into thine,
And the heart that throbed Tor alone,
Was nesting close TO mine
see full many 4 SMILE Mary
On young lips beamng bright;
And many eye Of light and love
IL flashing in my sight;
But the smile is not for my poor heart
And the eye lie strange me,
And loneliness comes Ger my soul
When its memory turns To thee!
I'm thinking the night MARY
The night Of grief and shame,
When with drunken rawlings on my lips
To thee honeward came:-
o, the tear thine catne,t eve
And thy bosom wildly heaved,
Yeta smile OF love thy cheek,
Though the heart sofely grieyed.
But the smile soon left thy lips, Mary,
And thine eye grew dim and sad;
For the tcmpter lursd my steps from thee,
And the wine.cup dro mad:--
From fhy cheek the roses quickly fed,
And thy ringing laugh was gone,
Yet thy heart still iondly chung to me,
rustln
o,my words were harsh to thee Mary
For the vince made wild;
And child thee when thine eyes were sad,
Add cursed thee when they smiled.
God knVps Iored thee epea fAen
But the fire in my brain,
And the curse Of drink in nv heart.
Tomake my love n bane.
Twas pleasant home Of ours Mary
In the spring time OF our life,
When looked upon thy sunny face,
Aud proudly called thee, wife
And twas pleasant when our children played
Before our cottage door,
But the children sleep with thee Mary
ne'er shall them more!
Thour resting in the church.ysrd now
And no stone is at thy head;
But the sexton knows 4 drunkard's wifo
Sleeps in that lowy bed
And he says tho hand OF God, Mary,
Will fall with crushing weight
On the wretch who brought thy gentle life
To its uniimely fate.
Bu, he knows not Of the broken heart
beas within my breast,
Or the heavy load OF vain fenorsc
That will not let me rest:
lie knows not OF the sleoplcss nights
When dreaming Of thy love,
seem 20 see thine angel eyes
Look coldly from above
have raised the wine cup In my hand,
And the widest stains I've sung,
Till with the laugh OF drunken ninth
The echoing air has fung;-
But a pale and sorroping face IOot'do uL
FROM hs Rhftsring cup on me-
And trembling whisper have heard,
That faneed, whispered by theel
Thou art Numbering in the peaceful grave,
Ind fhy sleep 10 drss,nisss n0H,
But the seal Of an undyng grief,
IL on thy nodrnet's brow,
And my heart is chill as thine, Mary,
For the Joys Of life have fed,
And long TO lay my sehing breast
With the cold and silent dead!
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