New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-07-26

ton are visible ana weak p!tluulCes llhger aiming
newly awakened thoughts, yet, on the whole, she
shows just sense of the relationship betwixt man
and man, (and thus unsteady doth she proclaim her
creed
THE stamp of mperfecton rests on all
Our human inieAects have power TO plan
It's Heavens own mark, fre-branded at the fall,
When we sank lower than we first began,
And the Bad Angel stained the heart OF man:
The good nature struggles 10 achieve
Becomes not what we would, but what we can
Oh shall we therefore idly. vsinly grlevs,
Or coldly turn away reluctant TO relieve
Even now a radiant Angel goelh forth,
A spirit that hath healing on his wings
And feth East and West and south and North
TO do the bidding Of the King OF Kings
Stirring mems hearts TO compass better thing
And teaching brotherhood as that sweet source
Which holdeth in Itself all better springs
And showing how TO guide its silver course.
When II shall food the world with deep, exung force,
And some shall be too INDECENT 10 teach
And some too proud Of sther men TO learn
And some shall coihe the thought in mystic speech.
So that scarce their meaning may discern
Blu, all shall feel their hearts within them burn.
Gwen those by whom the Holy is deniedD
Aud in their worldly path shall pause and turn
Because a Presence walkeih by their eide,
No; of their earihlier mould but pure and slorihed
And some shall blindly overshoot the mark
Which others feeble handed, fail 10 hit
And some like that lone Dove tina, eft the Ark,
With resiles. and oerwearied wing TO fit
Over a world by lurid storm leans it,
Shall seek firm landing for a deed of worth,
And see the waicrioods still cover It,
For there many languages on Larth,
But only one in Heaven where all good plans have birth
Faint not oh Spirit in detected mood
Thinking how much is planned how little done;
Revolt not Heart. though siil misunderstood
For Gratitude OF all things meath the sun,
IL easiest lost and insecurest won.
Doubt not. clear Mind, that workest out the Right
For the rights sake the thin thread must be spun
And Patience weave it, ere that sign OF might.
Truths banner wave shoai, full flashing to the light
Saw We the blacksmith with struggling frown,
Hammer the sparkle drifting iron straight
Saw We the comely anchor holding down
The siorm.tried vessel with its shapely weight
saw We the bent tools old and out of date,
The crucibes and fragments OF pale ore,
Saw We the lovely coronet OF state
Which in the festal hour a monarch wore,
The .ccptre and the orb which in her hand she bore'
saw We the irudging sborer with his spade
Plant the small seeding in the rugged ground'
Saw We the forest within whose shade
The widest blasts of winter wander round.
While the strong branches toss and mock the sound :
Saw We the honey which the bee had hived.
By starving men in desert wandering found
And how the soul gained hope the worn limbs thrived,
Upon the gathered store by insect skill contrived'
Lo, out of chaos was the world first called
And Order out Of blank Disorder came
The ieeblyioiling heart that shiinks appalled,
In dangers weak in difficulties tame,
Hath lost the spark of that creative flame
Dimly permitted still on earth 10 burn,
Working out slowly Orders perfect frame,
Distributed to those whose souls can learn,
As laborers under God, His taskwork 10 discern.
To discern" ay that is what is needed. Only
these "laborers under Goo" have that clearness OF
mind that is needed and though in the present time
they walk as men in a subterranean passage where
the lamp sheds its light only little way onward. yet
that light suices to keep their feet from stumbling
while they seek All outlet to the blessed day.
The above presents fair specimen of the poem.
As poetry it is inferior her earlier verses where,
withou, pretension to much thought or commanding
view, Mrs Norton expressed simply the feelings OF
the girl and the woman. Willis has described them
well in one of the most touching of his poems, as
being a tale
"of feelings which in me are cold,
But all with what passionate sweetness todV
The hes, passages in the present poem are per
sonal as where a mothers feelings are expressed III
Speaking of infants and young children recoeciions
o. a Scotch Autumn and the description Of the i'm
prisoned gypsy
SHE lies crouched up upon her pslletbed'
Her Sigh, limbs starting IN unquiet sleep.
And OH she turns her feverish. restless head,
Mourn. fret, or murmurs. or begins to weep,
Anon a camer hour OF sumber deep
Sinks on her lids some happier ihoesn' nam '0n'''
Some Jubilee unknown she thinks 10 keep
With liberated steps that wander home,
Once more with gpsy tribes gypsy HE to roam
Blu, no. her pale lips culver 4. they moan
What whisper they, A name and nothing more
Blu, with such passionate tenderness OF Tone
As shows how much those hps that name ADORE
She dreams Of one who shall her Joss dep!ofe
With the unbTidlcd anguish OF despair
Whose forest.wanderings By her SIDE are o or
Blu; 10 whose heart one braid OF her o.acH nAI
Were worth the worlds best throne ana a. us
rare.
The shadow Of his eyes 10 ON her soul
Hi. passionate eyes that held her in such love
Which love she answered scorning al contro!
of reasonng thoughts which tranquil bosoms move
No lrnethenea courtship II was his TO prove,
CLEANING cspricious smics by hts and starts
Nor feared her simple faith lest he should rove
Rapid and subtle as the flame that darts ., III.
To NEE, It's fellow flame, shot passion through 'heH
hearts.
And though no holy priest thu, union o4esssu
by gipsy laws and customs made MS oride'
The leye her looks syowcd, in words confessed
She shared his tent she wandered by his side
His glance her morning star-his will her guide.
Animsl beauty and intelligence
Were her sole yfts-kls heart they satisfied
Himself could claim no higher. better sense
So loved her with love. Wild, passionate, intense
And of where flowers Jay spansled round about
And 10 the dying twill hi incense shed,
They eat 10 see heavens xiittering out.
Her cheek down-leaniag on his cherished head
Tha, head upon her hearts soft pillow laid
In fulness OF content, and such deep spell
OF loving silence. that the word nrst said
Wi,h startling sweetness on their senses fell,
Like silver coins dropped down many-iaihomed well
Iook her brows darken with sudden frown.
She dreams Of Rescue by his angry aid
She dreams he strikes the Laws vie minons down
And bears her swiftly 10 the wildwood shade
Thsr, ,,here their bower of bliss al first was made
Safe in his .heIrerng arms once more she sleeps;
All happy dream she wakes, amazed, AFRAID
Like a Young panther from her couch she leaps,
Gues bewldersd round then madly shrleks ana weeps