New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1852-01-27
SPIRIT RAPPlNGs.
After tse r.oA.er Of . TIE E1ss"
nv w oLAsD BOURNE.


4. IN. world OF mind and spIns' couio 'of gfo'9''
s = swe Ss and gentle flowing from loved
and lovely shore =
Va, our life is but a dial where the hand OF
stern denial
Keeps us III .he path OF trial, bidding US wait
everDOTe,
While the land Of Hopes ideal, distant, ols'ah''
eVeTmore,
Bids the spin, onward soar
lhave often sat and wondered whether spir's
ever blundered -,
From the world beyond this munoahe' DIS my
say they did Of yore; ,,a oo,oe
And I've often queried whether they would come
With the f,en that walk in leather, VINO thsH
presence might implore- ,Aoo from
Whether they couid come anu "'''9
the untrodden shore
News Of wonders yet IN store
while Ipondered on the matter, thinking whether
D,vs of telegraphs and catter, they would see
US any more,
Taking up the daily papers, there read OF sun
dry capers
OF the tables chairs and tapers, moving on the
chamber floor,
And the rapping and the tapping, growing louder
than before,
On the chamber and The door
Soon they found, somehow or other, how to talk
to one another,
As a man would ask his brother what the mes
sage that he bore;
And they answered by knocking, which would
set the things n rocking,
And would bring the folks fiockIng, hooking
to the chamber door.
while they stood and silent waited, peeplng
through the chamber door,
While they wondered more and more.
Then in village, town and city-(some declared
was q pity
That believers IN the spirits should the mysteries
so outpour)-
Still the wonder was increasing, and there
seemed 10 be no ceaslng,
Till the wheels should get gTeaslng, OF this
rusty world OF yore;
While the mediums-Flsh-y, FoX-y-on our
gross material shore
Ratified at the chamber door.
They have rappers wide awake o. with the
spirits down to SacO,
Where the people drank the spirits III INC slo''"y
days OF yore;
And the rappiDgs growing louder make me leei
good deal prouder
OF the State where folks can chowder without
spirits from the store,
And where people free and happy, from the
mountain TO the shore,
Fear the spirits nevermoTe
There the Sheriff does the rapping, and the
spirits hear the tapping,
And they trenbo in their lodgings IN the corner
of the store
And the noise OF ak or hammer, Win the pep
PIES shouts and clamor,
Make the spirits start and stanmcT, Tor they
know their days are DER.
And they blush, as they had ought TO- out ihef
bloody race is DER,
Making maniacs nevermore
So with pushing, showing, rolling, and their
course with care controlling,
Forth the Sherlii' brings the spirits far without
the haunted store
And he saws, d" ! rather reckon-tls guess | il
stake my neck on
That such spirits | could beckop from place
below the floor
And the valian, blow ne gives them, lets the
spirits all outpour,
Cursing mOrtals nevermore
Oh | love the kind of rapPing, and the welcome
friend whose tapping
Tells that Mercy, like an angel, stands to guard
the poor house door,
And the brotherhood that ever, by holy pure
endeayor,
Seeks our fallen ones 10 sever from the monster
vice of yOTc,
While the father, mother, children, see the
gloomy poorhouse door
Or the prison ncyermore
Waken every son and brother shoulders
braCed to one onother
Keen this glorious bond of union round your
hearth. stones eyermore'
Peace shall smile and swcetly bless You, and the
future shall caress you,
And the chdrcns love address you, from their
chlldhood's golden shore,
While the thousands in the fullness of their
blessings rise and pour
Songs of gladness evermore
Metz York, jan. H. 1859