The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1849-10-24
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THE INFANTICIDE.


Be il 20 now let the funeral column
In Gods name. my gentle friends, be framed
Take, oh world, these last these parting kisses,
Oh, accept these hot tears falling fast;
Swceily taste oh world, thy poisoned blsscs,
Heart corrup,er, we arc quits at last.
For dark mourning, fading ye depart;
Oh, farewell thou rosy time of gladncss,
Which intoxicated girlhoofs heart,
Fare ye well ! yc dreams Of tissue golden,
Born in Paradise, ye fantasies.
Ali, they vanished in the germ enfoldcn,
Meier 10 bloom upon my gaddcnd oyes.
Once my form the scarlet scarf cntwining,
The pure dress Of innocence enclosed,
In ihe ,rcsses of my blonde hair shining,
Sweet young roses lovingly rcposcd.
Woe! the wretched victim of damnation,
Folds the white dress DER her bosom still
But alas! The scarf has lost its station,
Deaths black bandage doth its Office fill.
Weep for me, ye who are still untaintcd,
Yc for whom the stainless lily blows;
Ye whom God with strcngth sublime and suinted
Hath endowed, 10 stay loves tender throcs!
All this heart hath felt but human feeling,
And for human feeling must die.
Voc the false mans arm around her stealing,
Lued 10 sleep LouisA's chastity.
Al perhaps That reptile heart now 6utters
Round another with its fond c.rcss,
While seek the grave, il uttcrs
AZ her sidc its um'rous pl .yfulncss;
Toys forgetfuI with his mudcns tresscs,
And devours the tender kiss sho brings.
When my head upon tho dcuth block presses,
And my fo blood from my bosom springs!
Joseph Joseph! may my death chan, rolling.
Follow thee through muny distant years;
May the church. hell with lis gloomy tollng.
Sound with fearful warn ng in thy cars;
Whom loves whisper on thy cor is falling.
From some maidci,s lip with passion warm,
May that whisper strike wound appalling,
Deeply in delights enchanting form.
ALI false man could net Louisa's weeping
Woman's shame and make thee Irel7
Nur the babe upon my bosom sleeping
That whicl, mels the Tigers hear, Of steel!
P,oudy fly his sails from land re:.:...g;
Trcnbng:y trace thcin DER the main -
Now he whispers fondly, and admiring
Loves false sigh beside the distant Seine
And tho babe !; upon the mothers bosom,
II rcpnsod in sweet aud golden rest
In the beauty Of tho morning blossom
Laughed the !itic one upon my brca.t.
Ah. with fatal Ioveuess addressed inc,
His dear image in the gentle child;
Lone and furious despair oppressed me,
Tossed my heart with palpitation wild.
Woman. whc.c's my father spoke astounding,
The stern language Of its sinlcssncss -
Woman, where thy husband comes resoundng
Through my heart from every dark recess
Vainy child thou wouldst have sought his kindness
Which perhaps somc duarcr Children claim;
Wuuds, have cursed onr hour of blissfu blindness
When the future spoke thy bastard name.
In thy mothers bosom hell is burning:
Lonely sils she in the midst Of all;
To the fuunt Of bliss forever turning,
Which that look Of thine hath changed 10 gall.
All, with every sound from thee arises
Painful memory Of past delight,
And deaths arrows clothed in soft dsgus.s
From thy smiles lrans6S my tortured sight.
IIell-whcnc'er my eye thy presence misses.
Hel--whenc'cr it rests upon thy face.
Rods of Eunincdes are thy kisses,
Which from him" could every grief craso!
From my grave his oa,hs are thundering round me
Oh ! his perjury chokcs me in despair;
Then the hy dr.. headed falschood bound me,
Aud the murder was perfected there!
Joseph! Joseph through thy distant struyi"g.
May the shadow grim, with ghnstly arms,
Chase and grasp thee, those cold arms displaying.
Haunt thy blssful dreams with dire alarms
Through the cleaning Of the starlight gentle,
May s look Of anguish meet thy eyes
May i, meet thee III its blpody MANTLE
May il scourge thee back from Paradise.
At my feet it ay-in death rrposing,
Cold aud starving--soul confused and sense
I bcheld its crimson life blood o"zing,
And my life flowed with the cu'rent thence
H. already on its fearful mission,
Justice knocks more fearfuly my heart!
Juyfully hasten to pcrdIion,
And 10 drown my raging grief, depart
Joseph! morcy's throne is si in Heaven,
I a sinner pardon thee from blame;
All my wrongs leave on Garth, forgiven
Pierce the fuggot thou dcvouring fame
Happy! happy! sec his letters glowing
From bis oaths the fire makes him Free
How lis kisses in the flames are glowing
What on earth once so dear to me!
Trust not, sisters, girlhood's precious flower,
Never trust mans oaths, forget to' soon;
Beaury was my snare. and in this hour,
On the scuffolG do curse tho boon
Tsars what! tears upon the hungmnn's features
Qnick-thc bandage for my eyes be brought.
Canat thou not pluck lilies--tendcr crcatures1
Exccutioner--nay, tremblc not.
Charleston. Oct. 9, lS49.
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