New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-01-10


SO htly jewelled, wreathed and hing,
Vocal with music. fain, with sweets
From living howereensers swung;
Thronged By fair women. tirtIess all
A ever moving streams OF light,
Yielding their Wild electric strength
To contact, as their bloom TO sight
Wandered, while the flow Of sound
Made Reason drunken through the ear,
Dreaming This Is soul paradise,
The tree VI knowledge mus Dc here.
" The tree whose fruitsge Of delight
Imparis the wisdom OF the Gods,
Unlike the scanty. seeding growth
That Learning's ploughshare wins from ciods
" And If that tree be here, said one,
Who read my meaning in mine eyes,
" No serpent can so sO0thly speak
As tempt these women 10 be wise
A sound Of fear came waited in,
While tsese careered in eddy rout.
None b. ed,d-t alone could hear
The wailiBg Of the world without
In dreadful symphony OF death
And hollow echoes from the grave,
twas brothers cry that swept
Uuweakened, er the Atlantic wave.
II breaihed so deep, it rose 40 high,
No other sound seemed there 90 be
" On do you hear thar WDeidi STRAIN
| asked of all the company
They stared, as at a mailman struck
Beneath the melancholy moon;
" We hear the sweetest waltz, they said,
" And not string is out of tune
Then, with one angry leap, I sprang
To " here the chief musician stood
| seized his rod Of rule, pushed
The idol from his shrine of wood
" I've sat among you long enough,
Or followed where ycuT music led
never married your pleasure yet,
But you shail listen now, Isaid
" hear the battle thunder boom,
Cannon 70 cannon answering loud;
hear the whizzing shots that ding
Their handful to the stricken crowd.
" | see the bastious bravely manned.
The patriots gathered in the breach
see the b, nded brows Of men
Whom the next teathful sweep must reach
feel the breath Of agony,
hear the thick and hurried speech.
Before those lurid bursts of fame
Your clusteriI wax lights flicker pale
In that condensed and deadly smoke
Your blossoms drop, your perfumes fail
Brave blood il she'd whose generous flow
QuiCkt n the pulses of the river
lie. meath his arches, muttering low,
Il shall be so, but not forever
Il see the dome, so calm, 40 high,
ghost Of Greece, il hangs in air,
A Pallas, in the heart OF war
II thrones above Lies coward care.
The walls are stormed, the fort is ta'en,
The city heart with fainter throb
Receives its death strOke-all il lost.
And matrons curse, and children sob.
Woe when the arm, 40 stalwart late,
Tenders the sword hilt to the foe
Woe when the form that late de6ed,
PROSTATE, invites the captors blow.
The rich must own the hidden hoard,
The brave are butchered where they stand,
And maidens seek, at altar shriues,
refuge from the lawless hand
It'll Death, grown sOrdid, hunts no more
His AyiDg quarry through the street,
And the grim scatfold one by one,
Filings bloody mOrsels for bis meat
Were Death the worst, the patriot hymn
Would ring, triumphant, IN mine ears
But pangs more exquisite await
Those who still eat the bread Of tears
Pale faces prest TO prison bars,
Grow sick, and agonize with life
And firm lips culver, when the guard
Thrusts rudely back some shrieking wife
Those women, gathering on the sward
see them, helpful Of each other
The matrOn sOOthes the maiden heart,
The girl supports the trembling mother.
Sad recogniiions, frantic prayers,
Greetings that sobs and spasms smother
And Oh my son the place EesOGnds.
And On my father Oh my brother!
And souls are wed in nobleness
That ne er shall mingle human breath;
Loves seed, in holy purpose sown,
Loves hope, in God and Natures faith.
"A flag hangs in the Invalides
That lecks with shame the stately DOME
'Ta'en from Roman whom we slew,
Keeping the threshold Of his home
And ye delight in idle tunes,
And are content 10 jig and dance,
When ev'n the holy AaFseillaise
Sounds for the treachery Of France
And not a voice amongst you here
Calls on tie traitor wrath and hate
And not a wine cup that ye raise
Is daIkened by the victim fate
Nor one with pious drops bewail5
The anguish OF the Mother world =
"Oh hush the waltz is gay" they said.
And ell their gauZy wings unfurled
Nay, hear me for moment more,
Restrain 30 long your beedless haste;
Harken how pregnant is tho time
Ye tear to shreds, and ding 10 waste.
Through sluggish centuries Of growth
The thoughtless world might vacant wait
But now the busy hours crowd in,
And Man is come to man estate.
With fuller power, let each avow
The kinship Of bis human blood;
With fuller pulse, let every heart
Swell TO high pangs Of brotherhood
With fuller light, let women's eyes
Earnest. beneath the Christ like brow
Strike this deep question home TO men
Thy brothers perish-id.est thou ?
With warmer breath, let mothers lips
Whisper the boy whom they caress,-
Learn from those arme that circle thee
Ia love, 20 succ0r, shelter, bless
For the brave world IL given to Us
For all the brave in heart to keep,
Lest wicked hands should cow the thorns
That bleeding generations reap.
oh world oh time oh heart Of Christ
Oh heart, betrayed and sold anew
Dance on, ye slaves ay. take your sport,
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looms Of q suffering spirit
THE DEAD CHRIST.