New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-02-14
NFW-YORK TRIBUNE.
MOTHER NAR0ARY.
az GEORGE .. BURLEIeH

rs ble.k ridge from whose granite ecges
s,ooed the roogh land TO the grizzly north
And where heul.ocks ciinging 70 the hedges
To-. /. .hion ed banditt struggled iOrtn.
Ia a crouobing worrny timbered hsfaiet,
v,.her usrgsry shivered in the cold
yy;,b battered robe Of faded oamiet
On her shoulders, crooked, weak and Oh
Time on her had done h.s croel pleasure,
For her face ives very dry ard thin,
Ard the records Of his growing measure
Lined and csosslined al her sh-iveled skin
scanty goods % her bad been allotted,
Yet her fhanks rose O.tener ban desire
Wnie ner boay fingers. ben; and knotted.
Fed with withered sIigs the dying FIRE
Raw and dreary were the northern winter
Winds hOgicd pitliessly around her cot,
Or with rude sigls made the iarring splinters
Moan the misery she bcmoaned not.
Drifting tempssts rattled al her windows
And hang EnOw-wreaths round her nskea Os~'
While the wind.n Jaws ngtteTed on the clhnsi''
TIL the last spark Hg,tered and was oe@H
Lie had fresher hopes when she was yo.ns''
IN, thcir ding wrunz out complaints
oh and pen1ry and Neglect aud Hunger
Tbesc 20 Msreary were guardian SAINTS
4 the pearls Which one time were the sia"ch1
Meath the Pouiing petals Of her y ups
Only four stood yet, like swarhy BrshInins
Penance parted from all fellowship
nd their ClatfeF tod tlte Detfl NDl Nisihhi
OF her grrn saints as she sat alone.
Wbile the tomb path opened down abysmai.
Yet the sunlight through It's portal shone.
yyhe, she sat her head was prayerlike bending,
When she rose 1t rose not any more,
Faster seemed h,r true heart GRAVEYARD tending
Than her tired feet weak and travelsOre.
sl,e was mother u the dead and scattered +,
Had been mother Of the brave aud fair
Bat her branches bolgh by bough were scattered.
TIL her torn breast was eft dry aud bare
We, sbe knew-though s0rcly dcsolated
When the children Of the Poor depart,
1pneir earth.vesturcs are but sublimated
60 70 gather closer in the heart.
with n courage which lad never fitted
Words 10 speak il " the soul it best
She endured IN silence and unpitied
Woes enough 20 ner stouier breast
Thus was born such molly trust within her.
That the graves of al who had been dear
T. region clearer aud sorener
Raised her spirit from our chilly sphere.
They were Footsteps Oh her Jacobs Ladder
Angels 10 her were the Loves and Hopes
Which had lci; her purified bit sadder,-
And they lurcd her 70 the emerald slopes
OF that Hoayeb where Anguish never flashes
Her red frc-whip-happy land where flowers
Blossom over No volcanic ashes
OF this bhghied bhghting world OF ours.
All her power was love Of Goodness
All her wisdom was mystic faith
That the rough worlds jargonng md rudeness
Turn: 10 music at the gate Of death.
SO she walked while feeble limbs allowed her,
Knowing well that any stubborn grief
She might meet with, would no more than cr0wdhcr
To the wall whose opening was Relief
So she lived All anchoress Of Sorrow
Lone and peaceful on the rocky slope
And when burning trials came, would borrow
New fire q; them for the lamp Of Hope
When at las; her palsied hand in cropping
Ratted uemulOus at the gated tomb,
Heaven flashed round her joys beyond her hoping,
And her young soul gladdened into bloom