Lower Sandusky freeman. (Lower Sandusky [i.e. Fremont, Ohio]) 1849-1849, 1849-04-07
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THE STUDENTS VISION.

| Has flashed on the streets below,
And silence regns in the busy mart,
! It's tenantIess walks still,
And cares have wants he'd from many heart,
Like mist from the distant hill.
The moon beams scatter their silver rays,
o'er the sleeping Earth, where the shadow lays
And spectral forms at this haunted hour,
Leave their cofined homes for the ruined tower,
And over the wrecks of the things long past,
The relics Of former times,
Their shadowless forms, through its asles have pass
To dance by the midnight chimes,
IT'S their hour of joy-they now again
Gliding unseen, through the haunts of men.
The bell has toed, and the watchman's cry
Rings forth the night air now;
And the morning star, in the eastern sky,
Is climbing the mountains brow;
And darkness gathers within the hall,
And is shrouding the Students form,
Like the sable folds of the dreary pail,
Or the gloom of a winter storm,
But he heeds not now, that his lamp grows dim
Darkness and light are tho same to him,
For weary aud worn he has tol'd till strength,
And health were wasted, and toll at length
Has conquered the will of the spirit bold,
That would madly have urged him on,
It'll his bending form had in death grown cold
Or the prize of the were won;
And he gazes now, with a vacant eye
On the gathering gloom of the morning sky.
There's restless look in that deep blue eye
That tells of spirit proud,
And the pale brow tells that the time gone by,
Was darkened by many cloud,
And the graceful curs of his light brown hair,
Dreop now on his sunken cheek,
Where the hectic flush with it's death-like glare,
Hath told what we may not speak.
He hath raised him up, and the waving light
Ofthe dying lamp with the shades of night,
Is striving in vain for the little hold,
That it has on life, and its beams enfold,
For the last LAST time in that fond embrace
The forms in that lonely room,
And gds them all in its parting trace,
Ere it yields to its certain doom,
Like the last fond blessing a loved one prays
For the erring steps of our early days.
The light hath gone and is seen no more,
And darkness and shadows reign,
And silence and gloom is brooding oer
Like the death h-sleep DER the slain,
Heis resting his head on his open hand
His eyeids closed in sleep,
And far away in another land
His spirit its vgils keep.
He stands once more in his mountain home,
Where the vine leaves treis the humble dome,
Where the pine tree waves to the passing gale,
And wild deer troop through the sheltered vale,
Andthe echOing notes of hunters horn,
He hears from the distant glen,
And the sweetest joys of his fe's fair morn,
He is tasting once again;
They are e's best treasures the flowers that bloom
But once for US here, on way to the tomb.
They have gone-and the scenes of his childhood
Have fled from his memory now,
The cottage, the glen, and the wild wood,
The hill aud the mountains brow,
And the light of another scene breaks in,
That has cleaned on a later day
That has reveled so Wild where the clouds have been
When the scenes of the Past held sway,
And he the light in his Iady's bower
She is cIasped to his heart again,
And Love and Hope in that happy hour
Hath bound them with silken chain.
And the cheering smile Ofhs lady love,
Most peerless of all earth's fair,
Is wreathing his hopes not with garland we've
With blossoms more rich and rare,
Than the tabled clmes of Tropics bright,
Have rear'd on their sunny hills,
Or doomed by the fountain all gem'd with light,
Or the gold sanded mountain rillsi-
But the happy heart is with him there,
And the light of love is given,
Once more to shine with its beams so fair
O'er his path from Earth to Heaven.
IT'S past and mournful drge
Like the wang of Autumn's blast,
Or the roar of Old Oceans surge,
On the reefs when the storm is past,
And the scream of the sea bird, reft
OF her mate on the stormy wave,
Have told of loved left,
In the gloom of the dark, cold grave.
And sad and fearful throng,
All clad in the garb of woe
Have mournulIy passed along
With footsteps faint and slow.
They have gazed the sleeper there
Like marble all cold and pale
In the gloom of the church-yard, where
Sadness and grief prevail.
The dreamer behoIds her now
While pail and the snowy shrOud,
Are winding her of the pallied brow
With last robes of the proud,
And his tears falling fast
Such as fond hearts only shed
O'er the loved of days long past,
Ere hope from the heart had fed.
And fancy hath painted bright
Our future with gadsome smile,
Like the lingering beams of golden light,
That CLEANS ON some lonely isle
The wall is hushed in that church yard old
They have lowered her meath the sod,
No more to leave, while Time shall hold,
His sway o'er the things of God. -
And they do not heed that he calls her name,
Nor the cry of his broken heart,
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