Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-09-08


they appear without signature. They wopld do
honor to any poet we know of 1t seems 10 us that
we have seen them before, bnt we cannot tell
where rCbronotvre
EARTH'S ANGELS.
Why come not spirits from the realms of glory,
To visit earth as in the days o! old,
The times of sacred writ and ancient story?
Is heaven more distant? or has earth grown coldl
OFT have gazed when sunset clouds receding
Waved like rich banners of host gone bv,
To catch the CLEAN of some white pinion speeding
Along the confines of The glowing sky
And oft when midnight stars in distant chillress
Were calmly burning listened late and long
But Natures pulse beat on in solemn stiffness
Bearing no echo of the seraphs song.
To Eethlehems air was their last anthem given
When other stars before The One grew dina
Was their last presence known Peters prison?
Or where eNulting ulartyrs raised their hymn?
And are they all within the veil departed
There CLEANS no wing along the empyrean now ;
And many tear from human eyes has started
Since angel touch has Gained a mortal brow
No earth has angels, tho their forms are moulded,
But of such clay as fashions all below,
Though harps are wanting and bright pinions folded
We know them by the love-light on their brow
| have seen angels, by the sick ones pillow,
Theirs was the soft tone and the soundless tread
Where smitten hearts were dropping like the willow
They stood 1" between the living and the dead
And if my sight by earthly dimness hindered
Eehed no lowering cherubim in air,
doubted not fol spirits know their kindred
They smiled upon the wingless watchers there
There have been angels in the gloomy prison,
In crowded halls-by the lone widow hearth;
Aadwhere they passed, the fallen have uprisen-
The gidly yauscd-the mourners hope had birth
have seen one whose eloquence commanding
Reused the rich echoes of the human breast;
The Establishments of wealth and ease withstandng
That hope might reach the suffering and opprest
And by his side there moved Form Of beauty
Strewing sweet flowers along his path of life.
And looking up with meek and o,e-Ient duty;
called her angel, bul he called her Wife
O many spirit walks the world UNDECIDED,
That when its veil of sadness is laid down,
Shall soar alot with pinions unimpcded,
And wear its glory like a starry crown
BREAnsrUFFs.-Thc following impromptu. post
cd the bulletin board of the Merchants Exchange
has excited much merrm7nt. II processes TO BE-
the lament of some breadstuf:bitten SPECTATOR
"Of all the daas since twas born,
hate the day dealt in Corn,
And long shall | lament the hour
When resolved to trade in F20nr;
And what is more, I've had no ease
Since buying up the leans and Peas!
Alas! how wretched do feel
Whenc er I'm told the price of Jieal!
Oh! had dealt in Pork and La,d,
would not say the times were hard
But, curse upon all speculation,
Twill ruin me. if not the Nation y
a queer joker sat at a window one night,
And saw the moon shining with silyery light;
He spoke to a graln-buycr then in the room
Have you desire to buy up the moon?"
why, POUNDS, said the stranger, pray what
do you mean7"
Dye think I'm fool, sir or do I look green?'
81 thought il no harm, he replied, to inquire
see II is rising. and soon will be hghcr!'