The Arkansas banner., 1848-05-23
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sv raE nrv aktrH HoYT. Was heard. 'tis sud, a tsarqail eve. 4 lews sad voice along the sAyl (Alas, can heavenly nataTcs grsrve, Can holy angels weep ea high, And stnless seraPhs learn to sighl There spread cioud of Rolden hue Aad eurtain'd daF'a decIE,ing hVist: Down hosiing from the distant Ane It came with strange mystesious flight, A sammef eloaa ssEeAe and bright. A form upon eelsstid winga.
 wherevas pressea het Rilitefine feet. Cane gushing festh from hidden ssrinRs $Oft music earth esn ne'er repeat, MslodiOus eORcsrd passing sweet She paused, and on sanbram stool, Above gentle slnping hlh,-- W, Mute wonder f~ll on field, and wood:- The gargiing brock aud gleeso till; - And cen the wasbltng birds were sta. Bat that sad voies along the sky
 Yet bsFden' d aB the pnssiag eale;-- Ah. do the ieved Ia Heavcn de,
 Does hope in these fair rrgioss failf Sweet Angel, why that plaintive waili She gazed OCT all the haunts of mea,
 And saw bow so rov's [ uatains fl V: Gay ely, or seciu. cd glen.
 No refuge from the cuFtsin blow. The cruel wound. the hopeless wo. Amid the proud volupt,ious throng
 Mound many bieaking heart alone, Crush d n the grasp of want and wrong, The sosdid weFId ali needless grown; An, healtless earth. An, world Of stone. The captive pining In his chain,
 The famishid vaialy king bread; Sad parsings ne'es tO mot again,
 Loves rose that once sw, q odors shed. In youths bright path, peTfumeless, dead. OCT field and hill, by wave a coast,
 A shout ct furious onset rose; The shock ofusany a mi ,hty host,
 The struggle of d fiant foes, Met in terrific battles ihroes. How red inc rivuIe's shall be;
 How weitering all the rural plain.- To mingle there that sanguine sea.
 How many heart it's raddy rain In tn t wild strife will polf--in vain. She saw where by the pallet side,
 While orphan babes unconscious slept, A scAnty pftance 10 Provtde
 The widow teilsome vigil kept, And, ia her watching, eeaseless sept. The weary stranger sought for rest.
 (Ah, who the goal hAih ever won,l No door vas opeR'd for gness,
 None wsh'd the pilgrims journey done, Nor made iife's race less sad to run. From rugged labor's earnest hand
 Cprose the palace, teem'd the soil And nayies launch'd at his command,
 For ioidiy Indolenee . speil:-- An, hapless, unreqaited To,l! How mary generous bosom burn'd,
 With all sublime aspirings traaght, Yet CT found its is vor spurnd:
 Rich with the jeweiry of thought, Yet all it's worth accounted Noaght. Where mournful sigh'd maniac maid.
 No lovers voice m music spoke, Conhding nncceHce-betray'd
 Poor heart. what anguish tn the stroke When it could bear bo more--and brokei Where lay babe in deaih,s s cold sleep,
 4 mother knslt in mat despair; Alas! the slumber vas too deep.
 The spirit needed moi her prayer; The cherub was no longer there: With feeble hand deserted age
 Was tracing in his sIiyhtless gloom This one sad lrue for that last page,
 That page of stone above hls tomb; "FoTsaksn! 0 ye Dead, make Toom." Thus gazing OCT the haunts of men.
 She saw how sorrows fountains flow; Gly city, Or secluded glen,
 Stiff ali resistiess fats inc bi1w, The cruel wound, the hopeless wo. For this upon that tranquil eve,
 Came that sad voice along ibe sky; For these that heavenly one could grieve;
 That Angel, from the realms on high, With hasienIng wing came down to sigh. She wept. and on the sunbeam shed
 Celestial tears, divinely biest; Swift OCT the sky bright rainbOws spread:
 Earth ss~, aud every inoaraful breast With holy solace sank to rest. But that sad voice along the sky
 Yet finger on the passing gale, For sorrw's tount is never dry;
 And sill where'er its streams prevail, Sweet PITTY PoaTs her plsiative vail.
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