Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1851-03-27
The Orphans Tear.
AN ALLEGoRY.

In deep forest where the Kolian murmurings OF
waving forest trees mingled with the gentle complain
ing of song-birds to their absent maes and rivulet
smiled sunny as il flowed like thing of light on
the green bosom of the sylvan Wild mother in the
sombre weeds of widowhood, clasped the cold hand
of her fatherless daughter. They stood beside the
stream, and, their pale features mirrored on
It's bright surface, the mother weaved for her daugh-
ter story of her dead fathers life; recalling thou
sand deeds of gentle tenderness-hs caresSeS and his
smiles-his kisses and fond embraces-dwelling, with
all wife's tenderness upon his many virtues and
manly graces; then, with trembling voice and quiv-
ering lip she painted his dying bed; how, when the
low beatings of the pulse had nigh ceased, in husky
accents he asked to see his Gown sweet Nel;" how,
when the little daughter pressed his icy lip, and felt
for the last time the beating of his heart against her
own he had family whispered his dying blessing and
his heaven-winged spirit bore upon lis pinions pray
for his wife and child And the sad story melt
ed into the young girls heart her pale lip qulvered,
and her hearts fountain weed up its waters till the
eye was full TO overhowing and tear trembled for
an instant on the eye-id kissed the pale cheek, and
chung 10 ii as though 10th to leave the rich couch
then, for an instant, glancng through the air like
ray of sunlight dropped into the bosom OF the stream
Away with laugh and smile; through the green
forest, glanced the stream; prang here to bed OF
pebbles, kissing there group of wild fowers-ay-
ing here the roots of giant tree, and dashing gayy
yonder through the arches of a rustic bridge! Away
bright waters that gush from sylvan spring-meet-
ing yonder sister stream! Away, the twin-ssters
glance along, bearing in their bosom the orphans
/ tear
The stream has reached its gaol, and, with laugh
clear and smile sunny ever, daSheS into the
bosom of a riveri And away, past hamlet and town
and city, past forest and meadow; and mountain and
valley, swells the broad river, bearing on its bosom
| the Orphans Tear
| The river has found its home and, foaming, boil
ing, mady plunging though 10th 10 lose the con-
test, rolls its waters into the oceans waves; and,
borne on pillows mountain high the Tear CLEANS up
on their snowy crests.
| The sun is gliding the ocean with his crimson
beams and leaving pathway of gorgeous light up
on the waters. Thick miStS ascend to meet his warm
embrace, and, mingling with the skyward vapors,
the Tear mounts upwards, cleaning in the light OF
the morning sun! Upward higher-ascends the
Tear till it seems forever lost in the thick clouds that
hang like wreathed spirits in the sky!
But not lost forever When the sun has gone to
his evening rest, and shadows closing DER the
world those vaporS seek again the earth; and TO-
nTorrow's sun will find the Orphans Tear dew-drop
on the flower that grows upon the dead fathers grave
Need we write the moral? Like the Orphans
Tear is gentle word. Though mingling with the
thousand accents that fall upon the ear still ii is
er lost but are borne DER The stream Of youth
and the river of life, lives distinct and clear and
when we find at length the ocean of eternity, may
have heart to heaven, and even then, through
an angels smiles, may speak 10 earth again,