The New York herald., 1849-05-25

lace at Sing Sing. On Saturday last.
'--His muse labored, and thus
Was she delivered"
COMPOSED BY JAMES K. COLE, POET, OF SING 81
STATE PRISON.
STEAMBOAT EMPIRE, SUNK NORTH RIVER, NEwBURG BA
No. /.
am cauld again to pen a cean,
cean that caused a menny tear.
The Empire is long, and worked so keen,
Beneath her decks there was no fear.
No. g
The pilots eye and heart did fail,
Or this sad danger he would shun;
The sooner moved so swift by sail,
Into tho Empire she then did run.
No. 8.
Thay bouth did meat the crash Of death,
The Empire then sunk beneath the wave;
Tonight thy soul Is required, God seath;
But will the Saviour thouse dead save.
No. A.
God moves in MYSTERIOUS way,
His sad judgments he dus perform
When fear hath left the heart to stray,
God then the soul dus soon alarm.
No. g.
Look at the number that death stung,
While sumbering away the ceans of time,
Sum on defraud tharc minds then hung,
A scheaming out deceat and crime.
No 6.
On the pillow they lade thare head,
No prayer was sent to God that hears;
lie soon made them wntery bead,
And caused friends to weep in tears.
No. 7.
father and mother is now no more,
A sister and q brother in death dus sleep
Thare kindred friends the tear dus pore,
For all they have lies in tho deep.
No. 8.
The husband walks his room weeping
The wife dus ring her hands with grief
MY all, my all. is ever sleeping,
heavens, pray send me sum relief"
Keen is the anguish of the heart,
When prct by such sad news as this,
Still soon such sollem ceans depart,
When pride Of life clouds ore the miss
No. 10.
In q fue days it is then soon forgot,
And carlisness still cares the sway,
The conscience is scared with iron hot,
And ccanes like this soon pass away
MOL
But stop, WHARF is the souls of the dead?
OF thouse that found a wasery grave?
Tbay ware insnared sum on the bedd.
But tell me, who will thare souls save?
No 12
How mcnny found the Savour's love-
And how menny met angry God,
The day will tell. on high above
When they shall rise from wave and sod.
No 49,
o could my pen arouse the mind
And bring thease ceans to the heart,
And cause the world Saveur to find,
Who from them should near depart.
No. H.
But Judgments must move thare way,
For sin lies at the root so deep,
An angry God now bares the sway
lie makes the friends Of sinners weep.
No. Is
Harken thouse that the sight,
And thouse that will live on earth,
Give God prsis he kept the right;
Now due forsako the ccans Of merth
No 10.
The Empire may rise to fote once moro,
To bid defiance to the Hudson wave,
She may pass swift Columbia shore,
Like lub, Empire think she Is brave.
No. IL.
Still knowledge from her timbers fed,
And proud heart dwells In her crew,
Hear what say, she makes more dead
Before she for time condemned lays too.
No. Is.
For sin crouds thease decks that hote,
The crews are sinners from thare berth
oft due weep, as them due coat.
That rum are thsre cesns Of merth.
No 10
o heavens stay the mighty power
The wave triumphs orc its vile dead
Vengence be still within thy tower
Spare the inncsept while in Its bead
No. 90
Fairwcli, Empire, don't change thy name,
when thou shalt rise % fnta once moro.
Let not deception then be thy shame,
When thou shalt sink beneath the shore.
The poet who perpctrsted the above has compose
me scores Of hundreds Of hymns which he propcs
all have expired. Poetry certainly Is looking up.