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

Thanks that thou wearest veil Because sweet lady,
Thy veil were ~ q cloud shutting out heaven
An envious blight across the Calais snow.
Because, sweet lady, many woman's heart
Throbs proudly at thy name; full many lip
Path pressed thy pictured brew with grateful love.
And many have stolen away to draperied halls
Sacred to senatorial feet-or sought
Dina yards, whers the sunlis ssxtasasssh noe
The lesfy glooms on swsrdsd mound Az MARBLE
Or lotered In the city's crowded avenues
With thee. for their one thought.
D, fair young type
OF perfect womanhood. sought thee thus
When, late June brsathed her blessing our homes
Purpng their chambers with her wifey blush.
| found thee, bright one with thy holiest eyes
Dismonded like queen. Those large, soft eyes,
Proud, bathed IN darkness spiritual as the ray
or farthest nebule-yet morning twinned
With April on an anstrsl, green savanna
Hath not blandcr or q kindlier light
Those glorious, mournfa eyes saw their lashes
Heavy with gllstening dew: the while thy lips
In dainty dimples cured two crimson buds
Qaiyering through amber waves beneath the stars
Oh! had dreamed Of thee but thou art fair
Beyond what angels told. Thy lofty soul,
SO swetly tender and so proudly true,
Hath wrought It's own clear outlines In the sweep
or thy poor features; warmed the generous blood
Which ripens the olive on thy ohangafal cheek
Aud through the arch play Of thy lovelisst limbo
The light caressing fall Of thy small fingers,
Breathed les own grace and beauty.
Those whose eyes
Pave watched thee long and ovingly--the angels
So Oft have kissed thy slumbering lids. so oft
Have blessed thy dear regards wha, time the shafts
Blent odors, starlight, echoes Of sweet sounds
Wherewith pale Inspiration, huntress Wild
Chases coy sleep away, were In the air,
That now those broad Ids when they droop eclipse
Less Of the earth than heavenly; those sweet looks
Seem frsncbised from all shade Of earthly care
Save what meek SORROW thrills thy sister heart
Ia love and pity for = race In tears.
Ny soul once wandering on An Isle remote
In deep cavern by the sounding sea,
Came where ths Recording Angel, ssrnssteysd,
And smiling with sweet haushtinsss, sept record
fall Esrth's daughters, gifted good, or fair
list Of lovely names, csrven In jewels,
The Beautiful were craven on the pearl.
Or traced In Gre along the glowing heart
or the rars chrysolite; and those whose thoughts
Were radiant with the snreole Of Poesis-
The emerald kept their glorious memory green,
Those other, whose pure lisesliks summer streams
Freshsning the herbsgs whsre they walk unseen
Have made hundred happy, and embalmed
A thousand griefs with balsams out Of Eden;
Thcse good and gentle, such s every heart
Once piowsd on q mothers bosom deems
That mothers trusst typsfh>ir names we're wrought
In diamonds on q cross Of argentine
sought two dear words graceful, musical
limiting u woodland isles and clustering leaves
found them In the cbrysolits: her bsauty
IL dark and bsamy like the scintiilans gam.
The emerald wore them In its forest kss,
Qaick with rich lifs-like her own sparkling songs
nspeak, Diamond. orAclsp said, With tears
or most sweet exnltation, for knew
How bioomsd the good Of ife through the Thick isave
On bay and myrtle on her maiden breast,
And, diamond broidsrsd on the flashing silver,
Mid proudest nsmes-psls MARTYRS, hronsd queens
Whose years we're writ In blessings, ssintly wives
With their lords praises wreshng their gray locks,
Daughters, true sisters, virgins pure - light,
1 read snd kissed GRACE GREHswocs's honored nams'
II. CECIL HUET.
Washington, July, 1850.