The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-08-08
For the National Era.
GREENWOOD LEAVES.

Thanks that thou wearest yei Because sweet lady,
Thy veil were q cloud shutting out heaven
An envious blight the Cslls's snow.
Because, sweet lady, many womans heart
Throbs proudly at thy name; full many a lip
Path pressed thy pictured brow with grateful love.
And many have stolen away to drapsrise halls -
Sacred 70 senatorial feet-or sought
Dina gravsyaras, whsrsthe nsisasxsasSs.h not
The lesfy glooms on swardsd mound or marble
Or loitsred in the city's crowded avenues
WIN taeefo their one thought.
o, fair young type
OF perfect womsnhood! | sought thee thus
When, late June breathed her blessing Ter our homes
Purpling their chambers with her wifely blush.
found thee. bright one, with thy Aoiisst eyes
Dismonded like queen. Those large soft eyes,
Proud, bathed Ia darkness spiritual as the ray
Offarthest nebus-yet morning twinned
With April on snstrsi, green savanna
Hath not blander hndlier light
Those glorious, mournful eyes ssw their lashes
Heavy with glistening dew: the while thy lips
In dainty dimples cured two crimson buds
Quivering through amber waves beneath the stars
Oh! had dreamed Of thee! but thou art fair
Beyond what angels told. Thy lofty soul,
40 swetly tender and so proudly true,
Hath wrought its own clear outlines 10 the sweep
Which ripens the olive on thy changefal check;
Aud through the arch play Of thy lOveliest limbs,
The light, caressing fall Of thy small fingers,
Breathed its own grace and beauty.
Those whose eyes
Pave watched thee long and lovingly-ths angels
SO oft have kissed thy slumbering lids. so OF
Have blessed thy dear regards wha time the shafts
Blent doors, starlight, echoes Of sweet sounds
Wherewith pale Inspiration huntress wild,
Chases coy sleep away, were In the air,
That those broad Ids, when they droop eclipse
Less of the earth than heavenly; those sweet looks
Seem franchissd from all shade Of earthly care
Save what meek sorrow thrills thy sister heart
10 love and pity for race in tears.
My soul once wandering on an Isle remote
In deep cavern by the sounding sea-
Came where the Recording Angel, ssrnesteyed,
And smiling with sweet haughtiness, kept record
OF all Esrth's daughters, gifted good, or fair
list Of lovely names, earven In jewels
The Beautiful we're craven on the pearl,
Or traced In Gre along the glowing heart
or the rare hrysolte; and those whose thoughts
Were radiant with the sureole Of Poesis-
The emerald kept their glorious memory green
Those other whose pure lives-liks summer streams
Fresheuing the heritage where they walk unseen
Have made hundred happy, and embalmed
A thousand griefs with balsams out OF Eden
Those good ami gentle, such a. every heart
Once piowet ons mothers bosom deems
That mothers trsest typs-fhsr names we're wrought
In diamonds = cross Of Argentine
! sought two dear words, graceful, musical,
limiting VI woodland isles and clustering leaves.
| found them In the ehrysolite her beauty
Il dark and beamy like the scintillaEs gem.
The emerald wore them In Its forest hos,
Quick with rich life-hke her Gwn sparkling songs
nspeak, DIrmond orace!p said, With tears
or most sweet eaultation, for knew
How bloomsd the good fife" through the thick leaves
on bay and myrtle on her maiden breast
And, diamond brodersd on the flashing silver,
MID proadsst nsmes-psls martyrs, tbronsd queens
Whose years were writ In blessings, sanity wires
With their lords praises wreashing their gray locks
Daughters, true sisters, virgins pure ~ light
1 read and kissed GRAcE GsExswooDs honored name
H. CECIL HUM.
Washington, Jxly, 1850.