The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-02-13
[From the New York Tribune.
SPIRIT RAPPINGS.

S9G I'LL GAAlE 4 4INSs9.
Ajte, the manner Of the "Raven"
BY WIN. GLAND BOURNE.
In the world of mind and spirit, could our grosser
senses hear it,
There's sweet and gentle flowing from loved and
lovely shore
Yet our life is but dial, where the hand of stern
denial
Keeps in the path of trial, bidding US wait ever
more,
While the land of Hopes ideal, distant, Distant ever
moreJ
Bids the spirit onward soar.
| have often sat and wondered whether spirits ever
From the world beyond this mundane, as they say
they did of yore
And Pve often Queried whether they would come and
talk together
With the men that walk in leather who their pre-.
sence might mplOTe-
Whether they could come and bring them, from the
untTOdden shore,
News Of wonders yet in store
While pOndered on the matter, thinking whether in
Days ofteiegsphs and catter, they would see us any
Taking up the daily papers, there read of sundry
capeTs
orthe tables chairs and tapers, moving on the cham
beT floor,
And the rappiDg and the tapping, growing louder than
before,
On the window or the door.
Soon they found, somehow or other, how to talk tC
another,
Asa man would ask his brorher what the message
that he bore
And they answered by knocking, which would sci
the things a rocking,
And would bring the folks ocking, hOcking to the
chamber door,
While they stood and silent waited peeping through
the chamber door,
While they wondered more and more.
Then in village, town and city-(some declared il
was pity
That believers in the spirits should the mysteries SC
OutpOuT)--
Still the wonder was increasing and there seemed to
be no ceasing,
Till the wheels should get greasing, of this rusty
world of yore ;
While the mediums-Fish.y, FOx-y--On our gross
material shore
Ratified at the chambes door.
They have rappers wide awake, o with the spirits
down to SacO,
Where the people drank the spirits in the gloomy days
of yore;
Of the State where folks chowder without spirits
from the store,
And where people free and happy, from the mountain
TO the shore,
Fear the spirits nevermOre
There the sheriff does the rapping, and the spirit
hear the tapping,
And they trembe in their lodgings in the corner o
the store
And the noise Of axe or hammer, with the people,
shouts and elamOr,
Make the spirits start and stammer, for they Know
their DAYS are O'er.
And they blush, as they had ought to, but thei
bloody race is Ger,
Making MaRiacs nsvermore
So with pushing, showing, rolling, and their cours
with care controlling,
Forth the Sheriff brings the spirits far without tn
haunted store;
And he says, " rather reckon--tis guess III stak
That such spirits could beckon from place below
the floor -
And the valiant blow he gives them, let's the spirit
Curling mortals nevermore
Oh! love the kind of rupping, and the welcome
friend whose tapping
Tells that MeTcy,ike an angel, stands to guard tn
And the brotherhood that ever, by holy, pur
endeayoT,
Seeks our fallen ones to sever from the monstervie
Of yoTe,
While the father, mother, children, the gloom
poor-house door
Or the prison nevemorel
Waksnl every son and brother shoulders brased t
one another
Keep this glorious bond Of union round your hearth
stones evemOTe
Peace shnll smile and sweetIy bless you, and tn
future shall caress you,
And the ohidTen's love address you, from their child
hoods golden shore,
While the thousands in the fulness Of their blessing
rise and pour
Songs Of gladnsss syemOre
Nsv York, Jan. I9, 1852.