Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1850-02-25
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Behold her now. amidst the crowd
That rlntsrnnndp casutc's Idol shrine
rhnk'.t thou that soul hath ever bowed
Thmk'st thou that sp,rit ooud rrpine
So careless midst n careless ring,
II seems amidst tht hesrtcss throng
That all would praises tound h,, Aug,
Aud she the instrument oi song.
Yet think not that her heart is cold
Aud To the worldly ones allied
Twas framed IN lar different mould,
Achild OF passion and Of pride
Sccst thou the crimson her checkp
The burning ieset IN heteye
They're beautiful but oh, they speak
The struggling souls intensity
one that would 70, and not return,
On eaglespinlons lar away
One that would glad escape the stern,
Iioa,thrcakng scenes oi cv'r, day,
Whose heart would seek noble, shrine
Than those which to tn, world belong
Whose thoughts would sleep and swcctly dream,
Rcposng . the breast OF song.
The cold unsympa,hihing world
Has brought the soaring wing to earth,
To droop IN gloom, or else uniuied,
To seek the heartlcss stream Of mitth -
Like him who hid within the rays
That lit the Adlia,ic's tide,
She hides amidst the meteor blaze
That lights the halls oi m,rh and pride.
In vain for feelings deep and strong
VIII hurst the letters Of despair,
Bahc IN the atmosphere oi song
And grasp fearful glory there's
Aud those iar thoughts that ever lie
Will sing THEN song, aud breathe their sigh
Aud sadly struggle todepart.
Alas how vain how deeply vain
Fal beings oi the convent cell,
They saug hi the gloom, there to remain
Till earth has said her last farewell
Yet though unseen, voice is heard
Trembling IN lis tranquility
Like vespcr hymn OF some sweet bird,
Sad from its long captivity.
So from thy heart, young child song,
1hy feelings tell a tiuer tale
Than thou would'st have To them belong,
For still each echois a wall
Though soon to other ears forgot,
They leave impress ON the mind
Unseen, unheard unknown, umthoneh,
They eayca world OF grci behind.
These the mourncrs oi the heart,
The dwelcis on deep deadse
They look Tor those they DEPART
They wish ior that which may no, be- :
To see the dead return again,
With the bright promises they gave,
They whispered to the heart in vain,
At once their iupe,-at once then grave.
They whispered, and their thrilling tones
Awote a Thousand echoes there,
And pa anted fancy's loyeliest ones
OF calm, of beautiful, oi air
They whispered and their tones were heard,
Like fragrant breath OF summer flowers,
From their deep sleep oi silence sirr'd
by yevening's sighs, and golden showers
But all ! those siShs passed like the sound
Of light waves murmuring on the shore,
Aud those bright showers were thrown around,
Awhile, soon to be seen no more,
Like bright forms To the grave gone by,
From which sighed in vain To part,
A shadow stands before the eye
A sad voice fingers in the heart.
Child OF the past a fearful chain,
Is round thy heart which will not break,
Like captive 1T may strive in vain
The gloomy prison to iorsahc.
The past thy dwelling is the past,
Its spell around thy thoughts is thrown,
Its chain around thy heart iscasi,
rrwere vain to struggle thus alone.
Heir of deep feelings and lone tears,
A fearful heritage is thine
The buried thoughts OF long, long years,
Are burning thy BOSOM shrine.
And they ,oiH burn while one bright thought
Remains to feed the undying fame,
when life, hope, thought remancth not;
All all consumed all but thy name.