New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-01-04
NETWORK TRIBUNE.
From the Gem OF me Frairle.
THE FLAGSHIP OF EVEN. VENUS.
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IT lieth Just there in the oahng Of Heaven
Awaiting the flag at the WINDOW OF Even
Lot the Signal OF crimson and gold is uniuried
And il fingeth glory that fosbeth the world
No note Of artillery smteth the ear;
So calm you might catch cen the fall Of tear;
A moment that banner burns bright on the sky
A moment its beauty hath lighted the eye
A moment its glory and beauty are fed
The yellow .ress d DAr full Of hopes so IL dead
Behold now Ear outin the barbor OF Heaven
Asgnal-Hgh, streams from the FLAo-5rAKof EyEs
Her silver .huk'd anchor, 90 steady and true,
Nov upheaved from the deep, hangs dripping wan
Her cable Of crystal-a sunbeam each spar bue
In the deep dance the doubles OF Evens Flag-Star'
Her sails welt with glory-ber cordage Of light,
Oh bravely she rides on the pillows OF Night
Her bows 20 the breakers she steadily turns,
How brightly the light OF her pinnacle burDs!-
Those that beat on the shores OF our earth
Like the pulse Of an infant awaking TO birth
A,,embes the moon through the rack Of the storm
So hard by the helm, 10, fancy form
form like an angel, with tremuious wings
A look deep and tendcr-a vision that brings
tear TO the eye and pang 10 the heart
For the dear sainted OsE, that lived as part
Ofour being. Death itself could no. sever, er
Still strined in the SOUL and ensbrned there forev
OH Child Of my Dreams i-lndweller Of Heaven
see thee now guiding the Flag Star Of Even.
OH that Flag Star Of Even would IT were mine
To leave this dull port and become one Of thine
Not breath moves a streamer rattles shroud,
On she comes like the mormon she comes like q
cloud
No crashing Of breakers-no thunder OF billow-
Calm A. an infants cheek pressd TO its pillow
On she comes through the clear, azure sea OF the
ether her.
From Gods throne return to artbs cradle beneath
a.. L -. hano
As the dim o ct the mirror inst touched by breath
So silently on through the notionless Heaven,
To the gates OF the West sweeps the Flag star q
Even world,
Der the Heaven batt'd bills, on the verge Of the
Ger the tremuous forests her sails all unf0rld,
She rides the surge that breaks from the shore,
She comes All, che wavers-and Dears as no
more
Herk soft to mine ear from the Flag star OF Even
The sweet and unwritten IoSIc' OF Heaven
Like the football Of Thought in the halls OF the soul
Like the coming oftwilight, upon me it stole
Like the music Of wings il filed all the air
And knew in my soul SPIRIT was there
As glitters the dew in the heart Of the flower,
SO deep In my heart lies the thought Of that hour
When the breath Of "Life's fever shall wither
the will
Yet that thought in my heart will be lingering still
Whenthe fngcrso OF Care weave tborns IN my pillow,
Like lilies, there still the breast Of the billow,
IT will heave on my bosom safe moored in the deep,
Where the waters of Feeling Ger sparkle and
sleep yet,
When LIES shadows grow long it will lDger there
Like star in mid heaven that never can set.
Oh vision immortal wherever thou art,
Magnetic TO thee turns the thought Of my heart
When the pillows of Morn break bright on the arr.
On the breast Of the brightest my Angel is thercl
! have of seen her threading the island liz Hood
That pours round the throne-the KcEASf OF COP :
Like the wing Ut an insecr trembling with song,
By a chandeliers blaze. dim fitting along,
have traced her again, my beautiful One
Mid the splendor Of day, DER the disc Of the Sun
When the wings Of my spirit nre pluming for
Heaven,
III wander with thee, gallant Flag Ship of Even!
Dislect Milky Way.
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