Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1847-03-04
For the Indiana State Sentinel.
A Scene i'm Ireland.
Br MAS. sARAH +. DoLrov.

SARAH T. BOLTON.
The wild wind shrieked DER the dreary moor,
And sung dige at the crazied door
or howell bent with age so low,
Ii seemed a hiIlock Of dristed snow.
Within that hut by the cherries hearth,
That once was gladdcned with childrens mirth,
desoiate mother sat and pest
famished babe 10 her faded breast
With her evening song, low and deep,
She had luled her starving boys to sleep.
Did they wander now. in happy dreams,
BY the howry banks Of purng streams?
Did they watch the golden fishes plsyl
Mimic the notes Of the bright birds layl s
Or Chamber up to the sunny bOugh,
Where the Tipened fruit seemed bending now
No. no, their visions were all unbest,
For they tost and groaned in sad
And now there came, from that lowiy bed.
The mutered words Of prayer for bread.
Why did that mother so wildly start,
And press her hand on her aching heart :
That pleading sound; that whispered word,
The inmost depths Of her soul had stirred
moment passed, and her eyes wild
Were fixed again her dying child.
Softly she parted its shining hair,
And prest a kiss on It's brow so fair;
Fondiy she gazed in the deep blue eye
That seemed too bright, too young to die.
Gently the cheeks grew pale and chill;
She felt its heart but each pulse still;
And she knew The soul that God had given
Had passed away to its rest in Heaven.
Softly and brightly the sua's glad beam,
Came DER the hill and the ice-bound stream,
And The mo ning's frosty breath was rife
With the stirring sounds Of busy life
The fair the dreary moor,
As it came 4. ON Heaven the night before,
Was broken now by the fathers tread,
As he wended home with his hard earned bread.
He had labored well, had Iabored long,
But his soul was brave, his arm was strongy
His heart was cheered by the blessed thought
or the loved at home for whom he wrought
YEARLY, slowly, trudged he along,
Singing the of a wild old song;
But pondering deep, in his heart the while,
His chidren's joy and bis wife's glad smile,
As the hearth swept, tn table spread,
And the platter piled with precious bread.
He saw, m fancy the turf fires fame;
He heard his pratiIer lisp his name,
And dreamed CT Joy till his heart forgot
The tolls and cares Of the poor mans lot
Slowly he wended around the hill;
He stood by the door, but all was still.
He raised the laichet snd gazed around
Twas surely strange, that they slept so sound
There sat his wife, with her baby prest
In quiet sleep her faded breast.
He spoke, she moved not; he raised her head,
She was cold and pae-his wife was dead
He did not speak or move, or start;
Lies tide was frozen around his heart.
His brow grew dark with his souls despair;
Light hope, love, joy-ali had persisted there.
His boys were locked in a fond embrace,
But we'll he knew by each palid face,
So quiet row, that the soul had flown;
God oh !! God, he was all alone.
Daughters of Freedom to you bring
A sad appeal for the Perishing.
Our kindred. neighbors and friends are they,
Who suffering thus, though far away.
Perchance the price Of The gem you wear,
In your shining brads Of sken hair,
Might life, health. strength and joy irnpart
To a Trembling sisters bleeding heart
The blessed gift we nigh, soon forget,
But the Lord Of all will pay The debt