The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1848-11-18
By n. p WILLIS.

ar n. p. WI Its.
[wArTTKx TO rLLUsTRATE a SEAUrIsUI rIeISE ss By
RorHERNEI., or a RKooaDrNe ANGEL ACCOM-
PANIED BY a THoUeHTJ
Night is the sick mans day,
For the soul wakens the body falls.
had told weary hours; but, with the hush
OF midnight, my last memory OF pain
Had stilled before Thought Of sudden bright
ness.
And, like one rising upon spirit limbs,
Rose /, and wandered with the thought away.
Oh! the blest truants that we are, when Sense
The Master, is too weak to call Us in,
And, loosed as il the school-time of a life
Were over, with IFS spirt-checking tolls,
We TO the fields strsy-following sNhere'er
Fancy, the yagrant, calls u.s.
All unshod
Went by the hours, that with such heavy heel
Came last in the slow yigils Of the strong,
And the dawn broke. Called In from spirit
strsying,
knew again that was weak and i'll,
Beginning on another day of pain;
But, with blessing on my Thought-(whose
track,
Far thro' wilderness untrsd before,
II seemed that might tell Of with pen
Winged with Illuminated words)-I slept.
And presently dreamed. In conscious sleep,
knew that what | saw was but dream.
The curtains of my bed, knew, the while,
Tented me round; and on a couch beyond
Lay loved watcher by dimming lamp;
And l remembered her-and where | lay
And that the hour was morning-yet l saw
As II my dim room were dissolved in air,
The vision / shall paint you.
10! my Thought!
The Thought that had followed first at wa
king,
And, of whose sweet revealings unto me,
longed in glowing words TO tell the world
That Thought ssw-clad in a breathing shape
And like sylph upon an errand sped,
Prone for an arrowy fight, and through the all
Cleaving its way resistless. The cleft wind,
Reyealingly, 10 that symmetric thought
Pressed its transparent dress; and beautiful,
Oh, beautiful are the shapes divine
Which woman's form makes possible to dream
Lay its impulsive outline on the air.
4 kindled with the pride that il was mine,
The glory Of its beauty-of my soul
The easy effiuence moulded with a breath,
And given "a rich gift-idy TO the world
And csrelessly sped it on its way
But-turned TO look on il once more.
And To-
A cloud now lay aback between its wings,
Drawn by its motion onward--a small cloud
That, from the night-enveloped world below,
Seemed lighted by the half-arisen moon.
saw il, not as one upon the earth,
But they see from Heaven. And as, again
| watched that Thought-(i rrevocably sped,
Without fear that il might turn TO i'll,
Without a prayer that it might bless in fee
ing
Behold, all calmly with it, on the cloud,
Rode a winged angel with an open book
And-of the hearts IL HOped-and Of the dreams
Passions and hopes IL called on as Il aerc-
OF oil Il gape a pOiee 10, that had else
SlEmbered URHtfered in the TkOugkf-rRled
loOrId-
Thai angel kept a record.
"Thou, hereafter"
Said voice near me, "shall that record hear
For, in thy using of that gift of power,
SPEEDING WHAT THOUGHT THOU WILT ACROSS TIL
WORLD,
Thou sPeakest with the pervading voice Of God
And, as thy sway of the worlds heart, will be
Thy reckoning with thy Maker. Human
Thought,
Oh, poet! lightly may take wondrous wings.
Thy careless link binds words to travel far.
But oh, take heed-for see-by dream-reveal
ing
How Thoughts Of pOrer nth angels 60 attend
ed,
OgtfeeiHg Herer the calm pen tAat rrites
Their history for Hearen!'''
The sun shone in
Upon my wind-stirred curtains, and woke,
And this had been a dream. IT'S sometimes SO
We dream ourselves what We have stryen TO be
And hear what had been well for us to hear,
Did our dreams shadow what we are.