Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1850-11-26
ON THE DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE.
nY SARAH Z. BOLTON.

They have laid thee down TO slumber, where IN
sorrows that sneumber,
Such wild and wayward heart a. thine. can aevs
reach thee more;
For the rsdient light Of glsdness never alternate
with sadness,
Singing gifted souls to madhsss that bright ant
blessed shore;
Safely moored from sorrow w's tempest the "dstan
Aidenn" shore.
Rest thee, lost one, ever more.
Thou vert like meteor glaocing through starr,
sky sntracing,-
Thrilling swing, wrapt bshoders win the wondroui
light II wore;
Bat the meteor has descended on the Nightly sha
dows blended.
For the fever dream is ended and the fearful crsi.
Yes, the Wild unrssting fever-drssm of human life
is o'er,
Thou art sleeping evermore.
Ocean, earth and air could utter words that made
thy spirit Auuer-
Words that stirred the hidden fountain swelling in
thy bosoms core,
Stirred it ill its wavelets signing, wakened a wild
replying,
And in numbers never dying sung the hearts un.
written lore,
Now, unwritten nevemore.
There was something sad and lonely in thy mystic
songs that only
Could have uembled from spirit weary of the life
it bore
let moaning,
T., -. A
before
For the fragrance and the sunlight thar had gladden.
ed it before
Signing, signing, evermore.
To thy soul, for ever. dreaming came strange eful
genee beaming,
Beaming, flashing from region mortals never may
explore,
Spirits led thee in thy frances through a realm Of
gloomy fancies,
Giving spectres to thy glances man had never seen
before
Were around the evermore.
Thou ddst the starlight culver, over many ia.
bled river
Thou didst wander with the shadows of the mighty
dead of yore-
And thy songs to us came ringing like the wild, un.
earthly singing
OF the viewless spirits wnging oer "thc nights Plu
tonisn Shore"
ofthe weary spirits wandering by the gloomy styg.
ian shore,
Singing dirges evermore.
Thou didst seem like benghted .one whose hopes
crushed and blighted-
Mourning for the lost and lovely that the world could
not restore
But endless rest is given thy heart so wrecked
and riven,
Thou hast met again in heaven with the "losi" and
loved "Lenore."
With the "rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
call 'Lenore. D."
She will leave thee nevermore.
From the earth star has faded, and the shrine of
song is shaded,
And the veil their faces eepiag sorrowfu and
sore
Blu, the harp, all rent and broken, left us many a
thrilling token;
We shall hear Its numbers spoken, and repeated DER
and oer
Sounding ever, evermore.
We shall hear them like fountain tinckliug down a |
rugged mountain,
Like the wailirg of the tempest mngling with the |
oceans roar;
Like the winds Of autumn sighing, when the summer
flowers are dying
Like spirit voice replying. from dim and dstan,
shore
Like wild, mysterious echo. from distant shadowy
shore,
We shall hear them evermore.
Never more wilt thou andaunted, wander through
"the Palace Haunted"
Or the cypress wales Titanic" which thy spirit did
explore
Never heard the "Ghoul" king dwelling in the an.
cient steepe telling
With slow and solemn kneing, Losses human
hearts deplore-
Telling "in Of Runic rhyme the losses we de.
plore,
Tolliag, tolling, evermore.
lfa Giving human being ever had the gift of
seeing
The grim and ghastly" countenance his "evil" &c.
MUS wore
It was thee, unhappy master, whom unmerciful
Disaster
Followed fast and followed Easter, tilp' thy songs
one burden bore,
Till the dirges Of" Thy "hope one melancholy bur.
den bore,
or never-nevermore."
indianapolis, Nov. l, ,lsis tYone Journal
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from statements returned TO the Annual Con-
ferences OF this denomination, show that
there are in the United States, (exclusiye of