The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-05-10

Poor girl she little knew the human heart!
How, when its pure pulsations ebb and flow,
In youthful innocence poison cart
May blight its virtue and its genial glow
Change ev' ry impulse to ards the inner man,
And end in ialAehood, that which truth began
She staggered forth again to brave the gale,
That burst with greater fury than ere while,
Combining with It's icy breath, rude hail
AS if to beat away the mourntul smile
OF resignation playing on her face
Her faded shaRl-in many places torn,
She closer drew around her breast r, Her pace
Was far less rapid than before. The thorn
Of disappointment ranked in her heart
heart TIA, %ond mot aSs l aG sung with grief
Hope urged her onward, promising relief.
Pursue thy way,
Thou child of sorrow thou wilt yet awake
Compassion in some genial heart. Ihe day
Through gloomy storms of wo at last will break,
And smile on thee bsnignIy N.Y.. osooL
OF heartless selfish farms of man, appear
Your feelings address MOTOR the rock.
Is not less lively to all human woe;
Come forth, say and inward turn your eyes
Behold the hearts whence no compassion floWS-
The hearts long deatened to the broken signs
OF innocence and virtue III despair.
= ThOu Monk, whose holy office It's TO save
The high and iowly. hears thou not the prayer
That steaieth mournfuily to Him who gave
The suffering soul some hope in such as thou!
Thou dOst, but thou art sterile in the heart;
Now cold to scom-to prayers and blessings, now
No buds of pity in thy bosom start,
Spring up and blossom there, to shed their dew
Like baImy yapors o er a drOoplng flower.
Nodesds of charity, but words We stiew
Thou cantng hypoclite that brings thee death,
Viii garner in thy hollow heart, the reap
OF haryests ranker than the poison breath
OF tabled Upas; then, thou shalt not sleep,
But wakng-int that hour-live o,er again
Thy gears of earthly pilgrimage The eye
Of conscience. then, shall backward turn in vain
To find those acts on which men must rely
Reserved by heaven for the unborn time.
Ii thou art wed, and have gill or boy
Thou shalt be smitten, lest thy moral crime
Bring, Oh its orphan innocence, the wo 500
With which thou st wrung the bosom OF some child
Who turned to thee in vain. No tears shall flow
For thee, save from the hearts thou hast beguFd;
No distinguishing to the throne Of grace
Thy name embalmed in charlty-sllall light
Thy gloomy soul nore ia NM, IN T Hight flight
Thou Prince of Commerce. hear ST thou not the gale
What o the iy TEMPEST a bps 4 the
Dsmast thy barque, or 'whelm the seaman bold.
Thou art yet safe, thanks to the cunning art
OF usage, usance, traffic, of the mart
Hearst thou the mothers wild and piercing cry
In some rude cell with coral canopy,
UNNECESSARILY deep beneath the Wave
Or do'st thou feel there is a human heart
That throbs with angulsll-cfushed by want or wo!
And if thou do'st wilt play the angels part
Dispe by charity, the biting throe!
No, thy golden god bedlms all other things,
The o's'' too much for measurement for thee,
Whose soul yet upward soars on sordid wings,
Despsng love and hooking charity,
With pleasure from those, barren icy hearts,
To hearts wherein true love and pity BURN
To those whose gentle charity imparts
The choeest blessings on the h cherries poor
Upon the threshold of another door
She was most shrouded by the falling snow;
She raised her little hand to ring the bell,
Then paused and sigh'd but no more tears did start
Into her eye and yet her heart did swell
With fear; lest thence, too she would soon depart
The bell was rung, when to the door
servant came, close followed by a child
A boy, some eight or nine years old. not more
He held in hand gilded Christmas toy,
CTwas Christmas time,) and his sweet ruddy face,
Fen by the hall light, beamed with love and joy:
Hewas cherub minister OF grace
,NaI rose, and trembling SAID, My mother dear
Is sick and cold, oh, give me something som pray
Gushed to his eye, as thus he spoke "Ths way
Poor girl,-come in, it's very cold.h And SO
Threw off her shawl brushed from her neck the snow
And cast her dripping hood upon the fooT
Stood in the paror midst joyous throng,
Ere She could gather strength enough tell
What brought her thther. Now the merry song
Was hush d, and all gazed on the lovely girl,
Whose CLASSY eyes were fixed upon the face
Of him-the first who had not pIay'd the churl
The he boy soy spoke fist and said Dea! father, here's
A poor girl, wet and cold her not mott as III.
bS bese F T ts nsht GS would eh
Her to death, if left longer in the street;
Ysa will make her 20 Snk an think how sweet
1t is to have happy home, with bright
And cheerful fires and toys and pleasing books
And smiling parents, too, to pass the time
So joyfuIy away just see those looks
Father her eyes with tears begin TO shine
Like diamonds dpp' d in dew,-they are fresh tears'
That start into her eyes as she does ieel
How lonely her poor mother Is: ...,
The fears the boy had shown-his touching kind appeal
Who, ere he spoke to Nell, had clasped the boy
Unto his throbbing breast He spoke no word
Nosound except a trembling sigh, was heard;
Or pa paint its such Wild, sublime and lasting JOY
Then iS oY fndiy sealing ss;a NsH close BY the fire.
Upon her dropping head his hand he laid
A nd babe her tell him all she dld desire
Her tale was brief but passionate and clear:
Her home had once been happy,-tpll ofJoy
But death had entered, and father dear
Was the first blessing that it did destroy.
Then came GOODNESS and the base deserton
OF May day friends, who could not stand the test
OF wntry fortune with great eyertlon,
With humble comfort, but rude sickness came
And from the widows sad but healthful cheek
The bloom Departed and the hectic flame
p, OF fever, flashed there in its stead-too weak
To toll, cen with her needle-lncOme failed;
Her wants grew pressing-andl0rd warrants came
Her goods were sold then first, her spirit quailed
Beneath too strong adversely her frame
Attenuated by disease and grief,
Sunk poweress upon the bed OF death
Yet death came not to give her woes relief,
But still deferred her time. Sweet death
How thou art wood by those poor bruised hearts
Whlch-tho unsullied BY one shade s. Oh cfhle
Are doomed to anguish, till that sign depdffs
Which bears the soul upon the wings Oh Time
Into eternity Thou TT not unkind- heats
With evil feu s and deeds are entwned,
That with thy coming, en- RI rope depdiS'
The wreck of poor humanity; But on, ,.oH
How mild and soothing IS tiny dreamy ven
When thrown o er virtue. deeply stepped IN IN woe
Such hearts with ecstacy, thy coming nan.
Thon bring 81 no fearful phantoms to the eye
of virtue, in IIfes twilight growing FAINT
No rang to force from innocence sign
Of angu.h or regret Thou dost not paint
R ude images to mock the mind decay.
Bnt fill it up with Gods eternal day lid
" " " ' Sweet Nell's relation ended,
At the point where commenced dg,essnlon, ,ordoa
With the words s1oeet Death. IL suspehueu
Her story twas but to give impression
TO her theme which flowed with gentle measure
From her sweet lips in guile less eloquence ,x
Nell. had found heart where nature treasure
Charitv. glowed for truth and innocence
Her cares were soon at rest-her grief was 0 eI.s
The good man-e'en that night when none could see,
Toeether with his son-that bog. who bore
ITnon his heart went forth with happy Nell
To eek a mother she was best to save
But now she rode in joy. All J who can tell
What bliss may yet be ours cen tho the grave
Yawns at our very feet!