The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1847-05-07
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The Auburn Journal publishes a | ter from
a ir end in Boston from which we borrow tho
following;
visited Professor LongGKw at his rooms in
nld Harvard. The Poet was in line health aud
-P'r's, aud gave me some Stanzts, cnlitild-
'' he Lament of the Widowed In hnair," by
DugaIn", which enclose for the grntlficatun e
the readers Of your paper. They breathe the
true spirit Of poetry, aud sun ass in tenderness,
sorrow, anything ever saw, Iougfcllow says,
they are enough to immnrtalzc the name nj any
Poet. Alas ! the poor Inchrltr How just
how tfuc-the following lines what d,eu-
"rcoype likeness Of the umos, Sui Of tho
lruukad, have we herri"
t"mcnt of the VIA owed sarbrint,.
I'm thinking on thy smile, Mary
Thy bright and trusting smile
In the morning Of our youth and love,
Ere SORROW cauIc-r guile;
When thine ormsvcrr tvin,d about my neck,
Aud mine ewes looked into thine,
And the heart ,h,tthrobbci r1r me aouc,
Wa, nesting closc 10 mine.
see full many q s'"ilc, Mary,
On young lips boami1E bright
And many an eve Of light and love
Is flushing in my sight
But tie smile Is not for my poor heart,
And the eye is strange To me.
And loneliness comes o'er Gay soul
When its memory turns 10 thee.
I'm thinking Of the night, Mary,
The nigh, of grief and shame.
When with drunken nviugs on nay lips
To thee houcwnd cane
0, the tear was in thine carnr,, eye,
AID thy bosom wildly hravcJ,
lctn smile of lave was on thy chr,k
Though tie heart wa, sorcIy gric,,I
But the smile soon L, 4 thy lips, Mary,
And thine eye grew DIM aud sad
FIR the Iempter lured my steps from thee,
Aud the wine cup drove me- mad.
From thy checks the roses quickly I'D,
Aud the ringing hugh va, aour,
Yet Thy heart still louJly chung 10 ne,
And silil kept trusting 90.
o my words were harsh to thee, Mary,
For the winc-cup made m, Wild:
And child thee When thine eyes were sal,
Aud cur,cd thee when they smil,d,
God knws loved thee, even then,
But the iirc was in NY brain,
And the curse Of d'iuh was in my hear,
10 make my love banc.
Twas a pleasant home OF ours, Mary,
In the SPIN ,-tmc Of our he,
When looked upon thy sunny face,
Aud proudly called thee wife.
And twas pleasant when our rhillrcn played
Before our cottage DIOR
But the children sleep % ith thee, Mary,
shlll never see them more!
Thon'f' resting IN the churrh.yarj, n NV,
''N' H' A''Ht u ny my htlu
But the sexton knows q drunklId's wife
Sceps in that IoNIy bed;
And he says the had Of God, Mary.
viii hII with crushing weight
On the wretch who brough, Thy gentle liz,
TO It's uniim,ly fate!
But he knows t Of the BROKEN heart
bear within my breast,
Or the heavy load of vain rcmorSe.
That will no, let me rest:
He knows not Of the sIccrcs- nights,
When dreaming ofthy love,
seem to see thine angel eyes,
Look coIjIy from above.
have raised the wine-cup in my hand,
And the wildcs, strains I've sung,
Till with The laugh cf drunken muh
The cchcing air has ruug -
Bot pale and sorroning face booked out
FROM the gltcring cup on me,
And a trembling whisper have heard
That luciyd, brealhcJ 10y thee
Thou nrt slunbcrins in he peaceful grave,
And thy steep is drcamjrs4 now,
But the seal of a undyins grief
l. on thy m,urHcr's brow,
And my heart i. chilli rs thine, Mary,
For the JOYS of hic have I'D,
And long to lay my aching brca,,
NlIh the col and silent dead!