Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-06-02
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For the Courier.
ID Il A II III.
BY YADA w.


Death! thou az. mighty! terrible are
thy visi,a,ions; from whence hast thou
thy power! How long hast thou walk
ed abroad upon the earth, with ungov-
ernsbe sway! how long with terror and
devastation wilt thou visit the earth, on
which Man, so much boasts, his lord
ship.
Who, | would ack have been thy vic
tins! Oh, Death! where next will thy
icy arrows pierce' Thou art. unmerci-
fu!, going where least thou art expected.
ALI! ever since our first Parents fell
hast thou trod The earth ungovernable.
Man cannot charge thee with partial
ity. To kings aud peasants thou art no
stranger; arid gay and populated cities
thou hast m.de thy abode; rocks and
deserts there thou hast been. wherever
the foo, of man has been, there hast tnou
been to blast Mans dearest hopes and
expectations.
Enter that gorgeous palace where
much wealth has been stored: where the
voice of music and dancing were heard
but yesterday. Why this sadness! One
Of earths fairest daughters is wrapped in
Deaths embrace. The house of mer
rimen, is now mourning.
Enter thai lonely hut and upon that
thin pallet, wha. dost thou behold! One
of earth's noblest Sons! Tread lightly
leas, thou disturb the sleeper; what no.
bic form! what manly expressions ling.
er around ,ha, well formed mouth
Mark the broad intellectual forehead. 1t
is the image of noble man. Why this
palor upon his brow! All, Death! thou
hast been there. Look at that sorrowing
mother whose heart has been centred in
the exertions of tha, noble boy.
Alas! see with what an eye of faith
she looks to heaven; as though heaven
would spare her boy. See her lips move
for support, to bear up under this heavy
affliction; and as she wrestles with God
for mercy, dost thou not feel one pang of
remorse at the sight of thy ghastly form!
See yonder group of orphan children,
heard thou their cries? Thon hast rob-
bed them Of mothers swee, care; i
Fathers protection and support; turned
them upon the cold friendless world;
without one friend TO guide their erring
feet.
Dost thou not relent, or art thou still
deaf to all the grief thou dost infict!-
With all mans boasted talents and skill.
yet art thou still to walk abroad upon
the earth, with ungovernable speed
Cannot he ward off thy well aimed ar
rows! Has he ever TO bow 10 thy fear.
ful power. and admit thy icy fetters into
his owa bosom!
Well, mayest thou say to man. vic.
tory for oD the earth many traces of
thy footsteps are found. Low! the heav
ems are in utter darkness. The elements
are convulsed; lightning plays, thunders
deafning roll. Rocks are rent! Earth
quakes! the Son of Man bows low his
heac and dies" Oh Death! great is Thy
victory here; well mayest thou 90 abroad
with fearless power. Smiling where
ever thou cantst inilict the deepest
wound. Go wherever thou wilt! sweep
the earth with thy deathly visits! make
Man quake before thy ghastly visage.
for soon Thy power viii be spent. Man
will then stand before thee, fearless of
thy spent power; an Immortal Being.
'sAh! death thou hast been the terror long,
And murderer, Of all otwoman born The
Blood of nations could not slack thy
Parched throat No brihe could buy thy
Favor for an hour, or mitigate thy ever
Cruel rage for human prey. Gold, beauty,
Virtue, youth: even helpless, swaddled
Innocency, failed to soften thy heart of
Stone! The infants blood pleased we'll thy
Taste, and, while the mother,
Bereaved by thee, lonely and wastin woe.
Thyever grinding jaws devoured her too"
v A bachelor friend of ours is about