The Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn. Territory) 1849-1855, 1854-02-02
Lament Of the Widowed Inebriate.

The Auburn Journal publishes letter from frien
in Boston, from which we borrow the following:
visited Professor Longfellow, at his rooms in oil
harvard The Poet was la fine health and spirits. an
sa'e some stanzas entitled The Lament Of the Widow
Ell lnebriate by Duganne which enclose o the crat
ncation OF the readers of your paper They breath
me true splrt OF poetry and surpass beauty pathos
ana uellneatlon of heart hroken sorrow aytnr eve
saw Iongeilow SAYS they are enough 10 inu,ortali,
any poet Alas. the poor inebiiaIei How lust how
rue the following lines! What daguerreotype keue,
u he ihnost soul vi the drunkard have got here
am thinking on thy smile, Mary,
Thy bright and trusting .,nle,
In the morning Of youth and love,
Ere sorrow caine, or guile;
W hen thine arms we're twi ined around my neck
And mine eyes looked into thine,
And the heart that throbed for me alone
Was Nesting close to mine.
see full many smile, Mary,
On young lips bcaming bright,
And many AN eye Of light aud love
Is flashing IN nv sight;
But the smile is not for my poor heart,
And the eye is strange to me,
And loneliness comes U 'er INV soul
When It's memory turns 10 thee.
Pm thinking on the night, Mary,
The night Of grief and Shame
When with drunken rawlings on my lips,
To thee homeward came;
y, the tear was IN thine earnest eve
Aud thy bosom wildly heaved,
Yet a smile Of love was on thy check.
Though thy heart was sorey gricvedi
But the smile soon left thy lips Mary,
And thine eye grew din and sad
For the tempter ured my Steps from thee
And the wine-cup drove me mad
From thy checks the roses quickly fled,
And thy rplng laugh was gone,
Yet thy heart still fondly cung to mine,
And still kept trusting on,
OH my words were harsh TO thee, Mary,
For The wine-cup made inc wildj
And child thee when thine eyes were sad,
And cu:sed thee when they smiled
God knows l loved thee even then,
But the fire vas in my brain,
And the curse of drink MAS in NV heart.
10 make my love IA Laae.
II Was pleasant home Of ours, Mary,
In sprlns-tIme of oar life,
When looked upon thy sunny face,
And proudly called thee wife;
And twas pleasant when our children pla,od
Before the cottage door
But the children sleep with thee, Mary
shall never see them more.
Thou IT resting in the church yard now,
And no stone is AT thy head;
Bnt the sexton knows "A drunkard'S vile
Sleeps in tina, loneIy bed;
And he says the hand Of God Mary,
VIII fall with crushing weight
On the wretch who brought thy gentle life
To its untimey taie.
But he knows not OF the broken heart
bear within my breast,
Or the heavy load of vain remorse
That viii not let me rest;
He knows not Of the s!eepless nights,
When dreaming OF thy love,
seem to see Thy ange-eyeS
LoOh coldly from above.
have raised the wine-cup IN my hand
And the widest strains I've sung,
Till the laugh ot drunken mirth
The ocholmg air hath runs;
Bat pale and sorrowins face looked out
From the glittcring cup me,
And trembling whisper have heard,
That iancicd Lrcalhed by thee.
Thou art sulnberins in the peaceful grave,
And Thy sleep Is treamcss now,
But The seal of an und, ing grief
Is on ihy mourner's brow;
And my heart is chill as thine, Mary,
For the JOYS OF life ded,
And long TO hay my aching breast
With the cold and silent dead.