The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1853-01-13

cd ls referred 10 tho batter judgment OF the reader
To Mrs MARSH, fair Authorsss Of ANGELA,
d Voice from the Land Of the Setting Su
sends greeting:
Meath tho primeval shade of the solemn old woods.
Where the dead leaves like ghosts chatter shr o.
the wind:
On the wide Ocean Prairie, Eternity's image,
All flooded in flowers, whore the rod dying
Sinks down in his grave of billowy grass.
A Dreamer was dreaming his idle dreams
Fantastlcal forms, of the Ideal born,
And united, all, for the Of life
Till thou weird sister didst breathe or his SOUL
And touched into being as Sun on the buds
Unnumbered creations that slumbered within
In thine Angela. lady the poet-youF found
Consummate Ideal Of his hearts early dreams
Combination of all that is perfect on Barth
The lily, so pale, in the morcless storm
Surviving the wreck of the proud monarch oak
Love lighting its torch in the midnight Of death.
Shining on through The ashes of mortal decay
Tx it opens its luminous path to the skies
A nature so pure in Its virgin worth,
That it seemed like a mirror, but formed to reflect
The stars, and the Howers and the pure things o.
Earth
A womans weak frame, but soul set within,
Whose stern Of Justice would yield up the last
Red drops of her heart to do that which was right
and, holicr, heaVenler far than all these
A Faith to move mountains-a firm trust in Him.
Rock Of Ages-last hope for the shpwreckod of Earth
Such such the being, all radiant and warm
FROM thy creative mind, sister spirit which burst
Like a sunbeam ofjoy on the Dreamers sad dreams :
And while ms rapt soul drank in the deep truths
Cleaning up from this spiritual we'll of the mind,
On. then woke the thought - most redemptionabIe
thought
That love truth and virtue was not a mere dream
That the warm sense Of BEAUTY which kindlcs our
souls
And the ycarning for Love that Expresses hearts
And shapes Of things perfect in dreams,
We're not given all playthings for babes
Or jugglery tricks, making life but farce
No, no 'twore impeachng the wisdom Of God,
'Twerc mockery far too cruel for man
All, no there's a deep HHder-curea in things
Purpose unray ling its threads every hour
Tho visions we deem too perfect TO dyeaRl
Shall become household com panions ere long
And this the great truth to be taught in times
These ycarnings within not things for dream,
But should become part of our every day life.
And the Presents Ideal, the faneiful doomed,
Is surely the ReaI Of what is to be
And it is With ourselves, by the power of Faith
And the power Of va, and tho power of COL,
To marry tn Ideal to its bridegroom, tho Roap
So let this our blazoned Insignia be:
Col, c,d our owH van"
Oh. glorious motto
Motto most worthy to grace the oscutoheon
Of Hero, Of Saint or Philosopher;
God, and our own VIM.
An army with banners"
More terrible far than the legions of He'll
God and our own VIII
watchword of might,
And Heraldry sublime Of Etornity's peers
Lifting up the low plebeian, poor Aesh-ohsined of
Earth,
To the title Of Lords in the Peersge Of Heaven!
Oraouar soul let thy teachings go forth,
On the wings of tho wind to ilumine the earth
Oh, deeper still deeper, dig down in that mine,
Whose depths are so raugh with the jewels of Truth
Why the seeds of thy thoughts would grow out upor
rocks
And cause en- the desert to bloom MS rose "
Apostle Of Virtue, of Beauty and Truth
Thoy will preach their high mission to millions un
born,
They will in the MD of the poor faintng soul
As a sabre of fire in the baltic Of ifo
And oh in this midnight of doubt in the mind
When tho God given Faith of our fathers grows dim
May tho teachings like thine find a homo in eac
hOart,
And bring back the Light to the souls that ar
blind
HENRY CLAY PREUss
Washington City ID. C.