Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1847-01-07
Carriers Address 10 the Patrons Of the
Sentinel.

carriers Address TO the Patrons Of the
Sentinel.
wRrTTLN BY MRS. SARAH T. BOLTON.
/ stood beneath a wintry sky,
In musing mood alone,
And as the chilling wind went by,
With its low, solemn tone,
thought heard, in every pause,
A deep sepulchral groan.
turned and To- an aged form
Was feebly bending there;
The viewless spirit of the storm
Played with his silvery hair;
The frost-gems glittered on his feet
All bloodless, cold, and bare.
His brow marred by lines of care,
Deaths hue was on his cheek;
His trembling limbs could scarcely bear
Their burden worn and weak;
His voice was lost, in hollow groans,
When he assayed to speak.
Aside the sombre clouds were driven
That yelled the brow of night;
The far-off stars, like eyes in heaven,
All solemn, pure, and bright,
Looked coldly on the jeweIled earth
That sparkled in their light.
He felt the change-a CLEAN of mirth
Lit up his glazing eye;
He gazed upon the lovely earth,
Then on the starry sky,
And said, 1t is a glorious night,
a blessed time TO die.
"Though wearing care and toll have wrought
Deep burrows on my brow,
Though many weary day has taught
This wasted form to bow,
was not once the feeble thing
That you behold me now.
g. grasped sceptre, all my own,
The night my father died,
And sat me down upon my throne
With all monarch's pride;
! knew my sway was glorious,
And my dominion wide.
al iourneyed forth, without care,
Ger many land and sea;
My path was in the viewless air,
My footsteps wild and free;
My heart was full of happy dreams,
My voice was full of glee.
81 saw the beauties of the earth,
The wonders of the sky,
And deemed, with such place of birth,
IT was strange that men did sigh;
Strange, they did weep, but stranger still,
That they were doomed to die.
81 had not then unveiled the heart,
Or seen the secret springs
From which in quick succession start
Mans hayward wanderings,
Nor did know the lightning speed
OF thoughts unwearied wings.
"Pve seen happy little band
OF children, in their play,
Fling shining shells upon the strand,
To gather blossoms gay;
Then, if butterfly came by,
The flowers were thrown away.
Thus, full of vague maginings,
The mass of human kind,
Striving 10 grasp the brightest things,
Leave all the best behind;
No earthly good can fill the soul,
Or satisfy the mind.
"rye seen the lord of wealth and power
Beset with gloom and fear;
The lady, in palace bower,
Shed many burning tear
Men ever find that wealth and fame
Are not what they appear.
sThe warmcst, lightest hearts found
Beside the PEASANTS hearth,
Where day in honest toll went round,
The in sinless mirth-
Such beings grace mans heritage,
This beautiful bright earth.
SIN every land beneath the sun,
These restless feet have been;
Strange things these shriveled hands have done,
And wonderous too, ween;
And many dark, mysterious sight
These failing eyes have seen.
"Ive wrought change in many home,
Where hearts were young and gay;
I've stamped upon the proudest dome
The impress of decay,
And helped the little waterfall
To wear the rocks away.
"The forest, river, vale, and lill,
Grey mound, and ivy tower;'
The broadcast sea, the smallest rill,
The palace and the bower,
Have felt alike my magic touch.
And owned INV wondrous power.