American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-04-23
From Godey's Lady's Book.I
'RIENDS HIP'S TRINITY.

ia IL IL N ID y IL P'S TRINITY.
1 Heart. fround lUhick is Twined, the Rose,
WilloO, and the Forget Me-Not.
BY SAMUEL CAMERON.
What worthy offering shall lay
Il On Memory's consecrated shrine,
What tribute, to the oden day,
To tell TO other hearts of mine
What token, which-when distance dWells
Between the friends ofOther hours,
Most sadly, eOquentIy tells
Our feelings, like the words of flowers.
Silent and beautiful, yet fraught
With all the strength of living thought
What record shall leave, which seen
Shall make once more the desert green,
Give fancy wings of golden light,
Whence dew-drops shall descend around,
Making the darken'd spirits bright,
And Mem'ry's region holy ground;
Telling of one who loves to wake
Remembrance, for her own sweet sake;
First, this dark wreath of hair Irvine
In meet devices for the shrine
And form Heart TO friendships true,
A sigh its breath-a tear its dew;
Emblem of all the fervent feeling
Deep dwelling beyond words revealing,
Which, each bright and separate star,
Call back those hours ofbliss afar,
And round the Joyous spirit roll
The constellation of the soul.
Next of this hair Rose cntwinc,
| Another tribute for our shrine!
| Twill tell Of beauty, such as Heaven
| To earthly minds hath seldom given,
OF beauty clothed in innocence,
As pure as dwelt beneath the skies,
When angel forms desceading thence,
| Walk'd thrO' the bowers of Paradise.
A smile more hiight,-a voice more sweet,
| mind more beautifully clear,
This earthly pilgrim may not meet,
In all his devious wandering here.
And browning all the inner sense,
The high refined intelligence,
Playing like zephyr, which has found
Sweet how'rs along its shining way,
Giving and gathering OdOurs round
By morning beam and evening ray;
Mind OF that mysterious lore
Which but in giving grew the more,
Now of this hair next entwne
A bosom tribute for our shrine;
The symbol OF undyng thought,
Its the fOnd, Forget MeNot!
Come, we spirits o the past
We who hover'd, felt unseen
O'er us when we wandered last
By the bright lakes margin green;
When the leaves that round us stirr'd
Seem TO breathe some friendship word,
And the ripple of the lake,
In our spirits calm and pleasant,
Seem prophetic sounds TO wake,
Telling of the future present;
And the beams that flung around
Showers off gold upon its water,
No uns uied symbol found
In the smiles ofvrtue's daughter
Come, we spirits and entWine,
This meet tribute for orr shrine.
And last and saddest let me wreathe
The Weeping WILLOW, dropping ever,
That mourntul tree that loves to breathe
Upon the bank of some dark river;
Where deepest shadows dwell the longest;
And where its gushing grief is strongest
Oh! let one tear, one tribote tear,
Descend with soothing influence here;
For this is sorrows sacred tree,
Suited to memory and me;
o! tits soothing thing to weep,
Above the grave Of buried bliss,
And green our memories 10 keep,
In such midess world as this.
To weep is oy,-the balm of feeling,
The wounded, broken spirit healing;
The friends whom have lov'd so dearly,
The hearts that beat with mine sincerely;
Whom | regard by every tie
Which truth and honor sanctify;
They know me wel-and well can feel
The friendship kept with sanity zeal;
Through every change of time and care,
Pride of my principle and prayer.
The weening willow, fancy well
Weaves with its boughs the mourner's spell;
And suits my spirit As think
On hours forever passed away,
Which draughts of hottest feeling drink,
That bid defiance 10 decay;
And hiring the pleasant scenes once more,
Which, with ,hose friends, | lov'd betore;-
And fond remembrance when you view
These wreaths now wet with sorrows tear
Will not your gentle spirit too
Distil one drop of sorrows dew,