New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-11-14

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Wild hopes tempt the unohastencd heart-droam SLOWS
dream, While Tho day floats by splicn wings.
Then shilo oacl little woodland bird
one sweet nnto fofoffr sHny.
Nv heart nnH beullirrbg vDfd
II ecafh ~ inofu.Ds music itng
AZ the glory enh 10 FlDOni
Al ~. pass.on ani ihs lose.
All he hy.iir bale and iiDDn
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Isidiny lis ifayiail aliaf giNs Do EsHs
Iist ,..ls tho rnn.ins hshfnns hs< nan All y.it.
Ionsialling Ne e fsi hsfiafe ssf lain
On tanLy hope uI bDfs rafo1 oil sfN tfsiss
bankrupt ssd big it.n viii ilis fs1 safsss
% a TO- fafe and 'DrilT hai5lDtts
4 fam, tiat ssfih ealnl lDysoo yl,4ily s,sfisf.
And In but ssLes HLtir iis elafr Dsfge4
Illus psGes be morning The p9ei tfetis0s usets
OF s,pLodei-e,efy breeze bflngs mufs ifsA sSA
haunted shorotls holy fountains u fong pf9a1g f-s
81 loss--and lie repeats ~ so4.sn d
Old romance
Dream followed dream he hofzoa Icy
A line 81 silytr far srsy
The tree .oafed ar into the bl1e,
The rsse euIs dnpped " b uyrllng feH
Andsill Toe level if- pah wound
Away. away. ef fowery gro1td
Bur IN the hush Of noon comes a sornoE Wito0zi
. nams;" the lonely hall Of Nature though deckea a.
ior festival is filed with nute despair lcsi deal
haunt, the universe far il the distance are heard tie
solemn chimes OF Life and Death.
Though beautiful on al The h.l,
Tie Summer noon hghi lay.
Far in the west single cloud
Law folded Ike hcecy stroud
Ready 10 veil ne ray.
And over all purple pail
Seemed waiting for the day
Iheard far phantom voices calling
Over all the dowcry wold-
Oor tho westering meadows falling
Into slopes ct gloamv gold
Sill heard them calling-callinr
through the dim. entangied gcoEas-
Far through sunless valleys falling
Downward 60 place Of tomes
Near me pressed vsssal throng,
Slaves to custom. serfs 20 wrong
Hollow hearted. vain and cold
Mini0ns of the earthly mould
Holding IN supreme derision
Memor of The life elysian,
Rockies If the birth right lost.
Hred, q Of the heavenly host
Traitors 10 the Holy Ghost
Haunted hv a nameloss terror.
Thrilled by forOboding breath,
A. the aspen wildly tremblcs
When the winds still as death.
| sought amid the sadness drear
Some loved familiar face to cheer
The solitude.-some lingering tone
OF love ere love and hope had flown
heard a low voice breathe my name
Was il the echo OF my owrl,-
That weird and melancholy tone,-
That voice whose subtle sweetness cdmo
Keen a. the surpents tongue of lame
So near its music seemedto me
The music of my heart 10 be.
Still heard it, nearer clearer,
" hen all other songs had flown.
Floating round me till it bound me
In q wild world OF its own
Suddenly o chill wind leapt
through its woven harm0nles-
Al its silver chords were snapt
As wind harp By the breeze.
shudder through the silence crept
Ana death athwHrt the noon light swept
Then came TIE pail the dirge, the knell
AS dust to dust the earth cods fell.
Down crumbling q coffin lid
Within whose narrow casket hid
Shut from the cheerful light Of day
Buried, yet quick, my own heart lay
Graves closed round my path of life
The beautiful had fed,
Pale shadows wandered by nv side
And whispered Of the dead
The farOff hollow OF the sky
Seemed Ike an idle mockery,-
TIE yaulted hollow OF the sky, ,
With it blue depths of mystery
But rounded Deaths vast empery
In the long noonde of sorrow, the soul yearns ioi
the vision OF truth questions the dim earomcie Oh
mast ages listens TO the trilmphsongs OF heroes and
eonmerors seeks Jehovah in the cloud snd hre where
halleuiahs rung from the golden harp of Israel as
eepds to subhner attitudes Of thought in the mystic
light, the inward law of Saint John and Plato turns
To the lotus dreams of the Orient. But in vain.
Still still the eternal mystery
The shadow of the poisontree
OF Good and Evil hauHted me
In Religion holy name,
Furies led her altar dame,
Sophsts glOried in Der shame
Stil he ancient mythus bound me
Still the serrent coil ng0und NE,
Still heard the Manuals cry
Evohe All l-eyohe
Wearied with mans diseordant creed,
sought on Nature page to read
Life history. yet she shrined
Her essence in the incaTnate mind
Intent her secret laws to trace
In primal soludes Of space,
From her hrst. faint atomic throes'
IL whero her orbtd splendor glows
In Tho vast silent spheres that ron
Forever toward their unknown goal.
stiI the oraces remained dumb. No answer csIs
from the thiek gloom that pallcd the universe
For the sad unsatod quest
of knowledge, how longed 90 rest
On hor green and silont bruait
lianeuiahed 20, tho dews Of death
NJ, fosoied heart Ia steer
Tho hoasy honey dove pi dra'h'
Tho .ain aud a,osn'iea' aleep
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