Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1852-09-16

we OeleVe, IS lleni6nant cOiOnel IN
the Austrian service, aud takes the
name Of Gustaveson.
J A few weeks ago we published poem
from the pen of young gentleman to-
tally blind, which was universally ad-
mired, and which the accomplished edi
tor the Bardstown Herald pronounced
superior 10 anything of the kind written
since the days of Milton. The follow.
ing production OF the same pen is a
/ grand, a magnificent poem. though it is
no, versifed:-LoHisriHe Journal.
THE LAST TRUMP--A VISION
II was midnight i holy stiffness
reigned; and the spirit Of Darkness and
the spirit of Solitude cnmmingling NOV
ed upon the silent earth. Nature, as if
exhausted by her unremit,ing effort to
/ indulge and satiaie the cravings Of IN.
gr teful Man, lay passive and lifeIess.
The breezes swept complaining bv; the
/ floods with discontent and murmurinp
ran along, beating YEARLY. YEARLY
against their bounds; the shadow woods
shook their hoarv heads upbraidingly,
and the far off hills frowned from out
their winding shrouds Of mist, and stood
in solemn reproach against me. The
moon looked down upon me with tear
/ ful eye, and the stars, retiring far in the
blue depths ofinfnity, sent forth a stern.
cold. gIittering light. The tender grass
fell aside from my steps; laid my hand
upon the lily and the rose, and they
shrank loathing and shuddering from my
touch.
"Oh! why" exclaimed, 'do We.
children of nature, :hus seek to upbraid
me. and shun me with loalhing!"
The wind sprang on high with pier
cling shrill shrek; the floods murmured
louder, and dashed against their bounds
with savage booms; the old woods sway
ed their hnary heads to and fro with a
noise like the moans of many troubled
spirits, and the far-off hills gathered their
misty shrouds more closely about them,
and frowned upon me with darker,
more solemn reproach. The grass, and
the rose, and the lily stood up to accuse
me.
Then all was siill-still as an un.
known hope-a silence dreadful as an
unknown lear. And out from the ST.
lence there came low voice: "For the
wrongs thou hast inflicted on thy fellows,
and for thy ingratitude to God, we shun
thee, we rebuke thee"
! tossed my arms on high, and wildly
cried: sam ] awake, or do | dream!-I
Have | thus forgotten Him who gave me
being. who in my creation deigned TO
spend one thought, who allotted 10 me
part Of mans high destiny, and dignified
me with soul the shadow Of Himselfl"
Again that fearful, silent voice: "Thou
hast go and reclaim ihyselfp'
Trembling and penitent stood con-
founded; terror crept through all nv
limbs and wrenched my heart strings /
"Alssi" cried, sis Mans progressive !
nature not yet perfected Has he not
yet reached that high eminence where
Angels stand exaltedl Have not un-
numbered ages seen the tide of human
tears, and shall they never cease to flow?
Have not len thousand thousand genera
tions quaffed the sup of misery to its
very dregs-always TO IFS dregs, but
never emptying-and is il not yet ex.
haustedl Has not the spirit struggled
long against the flesh; and shall it never
conquer?" ~
Again that voice: "A little longer,
and Thy struggles have an end"
How long must man be absent from
his Maker, and a stranger TO His glori
Gus presence2 How long. Ol Earth.
clogged with our woes, wiIttho contin-
ue to reyolEe, and, with revolving light
and darkness, bring revolving Joy and
sorrowl How long. Ol He'll. if dismal
hell there be within The bounds Of omni.
present goodness. wilt thou threaten and
appal2 How long. o. Heaven. wilt thou
withhold thy promised joys. and shut the
gates of peace against us2
No answer came; looked around;
the winds, The floods, the woods, the
hills, were silent; the moon had COW
cred her pale face, and gone 10 weepl
behind cloud; but alar of, where
the last ray Of setting Majesty had
melted in the sky, there shone star,
an answering star, so near the earth
Ihatits clear rim scarce left line OF
azure blue belwixt it and hill, and
on that line L saw The words "Come
fither." Saesas Is
] went and stood upon the bill, but
beyond saw nothing save a dark, un-
lathon.able void betwixt me and the
star; and here, ! know not why, | {
thought, hapiy thought. of Man and (
Destiny, Joy and Sorrow, Life and 8
Death, Time and Eternity. While | 7
thus unused, my vision was drawn, L
Perforce, down, far down, beneath /