The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-11-29
From the Neto York Home Journal.
On the Death Of Edgar A. Poe.


Safely moored from sorrows tempest, OH the
''distant Aidenn" shore,
Rest thee, lost one, evermore
Thou vert like a meteor glancing, through a
starry sky entrancng,-
Thrilling, awng, wrapt beholders with the
wondrous light it wore;
But the meteor has descended, and the Might
ly'' shadows blended,
For the fever dream is ended, and the fe arful
crisis DER
Yes, the wild unresisting fever-dream Of hu-
man life is DER,
Thou art sleeping evermore.
Ocean, earth and air could utter, words that
made thy spirit futter-
Words that stirred the hidden fountain yelling
in thy bosoms core,
Stirred it till its wavelets signing, wax ened to
wild replying,
And in numbers never dying, sung the hearts
unwrilten lore,
Sung in wild bewitching numbers, thy sad
hearts unwritten lore,
Nolc, unwritten, nevermore.
There was something sad and lonely, in thy
mystic songs that only
Could have trembed from a spirit weary of
the life it bore
Something like the plaintive toning Of hidden
streamet moaning,
In its prsoned darkness moaning for the light
il knew before
For the fragrance and the sunlight that had
gladdenod it before,
Signing, signing evermore.
To thy soul forever dreaming, came strange
effulgence beaming,
Beaming, dushin g from region mortals never
may explore;
Spirits led thee in thy frances, through
realm of gloomy fancies,
Giving spectres to thy gances man had never
seen before
Wondrous spectres, such human eye had
never seen before,
Were around thee evermoro.
a tabled river
Thou dldst wander with the shadows of the
mighty dead of yore-
And thy songs TO us came ringing like the wild
unearthly singing,
OF the yiewless spirits winging DER "the
nights Plutonian Shore"
Ofthe weary spirits wandering by the gloomy
Stygian shore,
Singing dirges evcrmore.
Thou didst seem like one benighted one whose
hopes we've crushed and bligirted-
Mourning for the los: and lovely that the
world could not restore
But an endless rest is given to thy heart sc
wrecked and riven,
Thou hast met again in heaven with the 'slosL'
and loved "Lenore,"
With the ''rare and radiant m alden whom The
angels call Lenore,"
She will leave thee ne vermore.
From the earth star has faded, and the shrine
of song is shaded,
And the muses. veil their faces, weeping sor
rowiul and sore
But the harp all rent and broken, left us man,
thrilling token;
We shall hear It's numbers spoken, and re
peated DER and Ger,
TIL our hearts shall cease to trembe, we shal
hear them sounding o'er,
Sounding ever, overmore.
We shall hear them like a fountain tinkiin,
down rugged mountain
Like the wailing of the tempest min Cling wit
the oceans roar;
Like the winds of autumn sighing, when tn,
summer flowers are dying;
Like spirit voice replying, from dim an
distant shore;
Like wild, mysterious echo, from distan
shadowy shore,
We shall hear them evermore.
Never more wilt thou undaunted. wande
through "the Palace haunted
Or the "cypress wales Titanic" which thv spi
rit did explore
never hear the "Ghoul" king dwelling in the
ancient sieeple telling,
With slow and solemn kneling, losses bu
man hearts deplore-
Telling in sort Of Runc rhyme" the losse
we depore,
Tolling, tolIing evermoro
lfa "living human being ever had the off
of''seeing,"
The grim and ghastIy" countenance his s.evIIr
Genius wore
IL was thee, unhappy master whom unm crci
full Disaster
Followed fast aud followed faster, till, III,
songs one burden bore
III thG drses of" thy "hope Que melauchol,
burden bore,
vi neVer-nevermore"
SARAH r. BoLroN