New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-06-19
TODAY AND TOMORROW.

TO-DAY AND TOMORROW.
HIGH hopes that burn'd ike Stars sublime,
Go down i the Heavens of Freedom;
And true hearts perish in the time
We bitterliest need EN-
But never sit we down and say
There nothing left but sorrow:
We walk the Wilderness To-day
The Promised Land Tomorrow.
Our birds of song are silent now,
There are flowers blooming!
Yet life beats in the frozen bough,
And Freedoms Spring is coming
And Freedoms tide comes up Away.
Tho may strand in sorrow
And our good Bark, aground To-day,
Shall float again Tomorrow.
Thro oil the long, dark night of years
The Peoples cry ascendeth,
And Earth is wet with blood and tears:
But our meek suiferance endeth
The Few shall not forever sway.
The Many mol i'll sorrow
The Powers of Hell are strong To-day,
But Christ shall rise Tomorrow.
Tho hearts brood o er the Past, our eyes
With smiling Futures gsten
For 10 our day bursts up the skies;
Lean out your souls and listen
The world rolls Freedoms radiant way,
And ripens with her
Keep heart who bear the Cross To-day.
Shall wear the Crown Tomorrow.
Youth fame-earnest still aspire.
With energies immortal
To many heaven of Desire,
Our yeafning opes portal,
And tho Age weares by the way,
And hearts break in the furrow,
We III sow the golden grain To-day
The Harvest comes Tomorrow.
Build up heroic lives and all
Be like u sheathen sabre,
Ready 10 flash out at Gods call
. Chivalry of Labor
Triumph and Toll twins: and aye
JOY suns the cloud of Sorrow;
And It's the martyrdom To-day,
Brings victory Tomorrow.
Here is one on the Revolution of AZ, which has O
till holder resonance, showing the strongest feeling
4 its energetic breyity of expression:
THE MIN OF FORTY EIGHT.
They rose in Freedoms rare sunrise
Like Giants reused from wine;
And in their hearts and i'll their eyes
The God leapt up divine.
Their souls tashi out like naked swords,
Unsheathed for fiery fate
Strength went like battle with theirwor1s-
The Men of Forty-eght,
Hurahl
For the Men of Fosty-eght.
Dark days have fall n. yet in the strife
They bate no hope sublime,
And bravely works the exultant life
Their heart pulse thro the time:
As grass is greenest trodden down,
SO suffering makes men great
And this dark tide shall richly
The work Of Fory-eight,
Hunah,
For the Men of Forty-eight.
Some in a bloody burial sleep,
Like Greeks TO glory gone,
Blu; in their steps avengers leap
With their proOf-armOr on:
And hearts beat high with dauntless trust
To triumph soon or late,
Tho they be mold ring down in dust
Brave Men of Forty-eght
fIurrah
For the Men Of Forty-eight.
O when the world wakes up TO worst
The lyrants once again,
And Freedoms summons shout shall burst
Rare music on the BRAIN
With heart TO heart in many land
Yen find them all eaie-
Brave remnant OF that Spartan-band.
The Men Of Forty-eight.
Hurrah
For the Men OF Forty-eght.
Leaving the political poems, on which we have al
esdy dwet too long, come 10 those OF opposit,
haracter, inspired by more tender sentiment thai
he passion of freedom, and devoted 10 the celebra
ion not SO much indeed of cloves young dream 81
f the delights OF "conjugiality," in the tranquil
phere of domestic endearments Contrary to the
Usual practice of imaginative writers, who draw
Mysterious vail over the fate Of their heroes and hero
mes after marriage, poet boldly enters into the
harmed priyacies Of welded affection, and steals ia.
arrest flowers from the mystic altar for the decora
ion of bis verse. Never before were the joys Of con
ubial life sung in strains of such glowing romance
'ould Byron have had the slightest presagc Of thes,
matrimonial inspirations, he never would -neerngly
ave queried-
Think YOU if Laura had been Petrarchs wife.
lie would have written sonnets to her oil his his !
Il apy rate. whatever Peirsrch might have done
Iersld Massey leaves us no room to doubt OF hi
resent intentions, TO say the least. We give a fe"
pecimens Of hi. love.poems in this vein
Welded LOVE.
THf summer Night comes brooding down on Earth
As Love comes breeding down on human hearts