Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-23
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WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING

WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING
Tw evening. ard The star liz sky
Looked down TO greet the np'ui ned eye,
And smiled upon here below,
AS if She knew not all our woe.
The crescent moon-rhe queen of night
Was clothed in robes of silver light,
And as. in silent grandeur cold.
She onw ard Through the ether rolled,
She sang, as she roamed the starry way
s Lis ye 10 what The ,riid tcares sayt'
In haste sped to The lone shore,
Where the billows dash, and The breakers roar;
And there in each billow story read,
As listened 10 hear rrhat the Iciid ,cures said
For thought pcrchance. they might be stirred
Like Berhesdas pool. al aneeis ,rord.
One dark, foam crested bilow rolled,
And thus TO me her story told
" I've seen, and the rest bear witness. too
Sorrows hich yet unknown TO YOU
Wish We the tale TO hear a-ye may:
Listen and hear ahat the tciid ,cdres say
Across the ocean broad we've borne
Full many fern. from loved ones iorn
And then we have witnessed many tear,
As loves warm tribute from hearts sincere
Draih 8 swift winged arrow oft we've sped
Lay Ing low many weary head
The dark haired youth, with sparkling eve
And bounding hearI. We have doomed 10 die.
The aged pilgrim, o'er his grave
Just totteriug there, with none to save
Now lies benearh our surface cold,
Wrapped in old ocean S ample fold
The billow rolled from the shore away,
And hasteEed 10 hear what anofher should sav:
She swept the shore where the other TELL
And her story thus began 10 tell;
Why paint the SORROWS we have seen
Can you not from them profit sleama
Are there no joys the wild waves know?
Listen. then tell NE is it soa
Among the crowds that o'er US roam
Are many who now are returning home
To greet their friends. and unite again
he links III the broken fire side chain,
And their happy. buoyant hearts send out
me ringing laugh and merry shout;
Aud some. (oh how pleasing is the slightly
Are bound for lands Of moral might
lhrre 10 proclaim Jehovah word,
And sound the trumpet of the Lord
That they whose minds are d,rkened now,
"A SavIors dying love may know
But The purest sight. uow may say,
Vas little child, as he knelr to pray
She rolled away. and was seen no more;
But another sUep; again the shore,
And journal al all they d seen and done,
With murmur low she thus begun:
I'VE have swept the shores of sunny isles,
here summer forever smiles
Where The orange and the palm tree thrive,
Aud serdure and beauty ever live;
Where breezes fan as fair, bright flov ers
A. decked Elysian bowers
We have visited, too, the ice bound POLE
And regions yet 10 man untold.
We've wiiiIled, in fendlsh reves round
Where The dread NelsiTom. with awful sound
Hides the noble ship, IN the dark blue wave,
And buries her crew In an ocean grave
She hurried on, and fair and meek,
Another thus essayed TO speak:
Would We know Of the mermaids fairy home
There coral tlnAers of every hue,
There the sea-sheli songsters warble roo
They drink al crystal lounts of light.
To cheer the soul and the taste delight;
They feed on nectar slipped from flowers.
And dwell IN she'll matched coral bowe
From lip 10 lip rich music floats,
And touches the heart strings with its notes
o happy. gueless creatures! there
They know grief. nor pam, nor care.
Perchauc- ye think that sorrow dwells
W WIthin the angry storm sweils-
That when a mortal In our realm comes down
He's doomed to solitude the must profound
Bat IL is not so Once a maiden sweet
Sank from a wreck to this retreat;
Her lofty. peerless. pure white brow
Bears sparkling circlet of diamonds nows
Her couch is OF sea shells aud limrid pearls,
And u,osses soft from this wa-ery world;
Among her long, dark locks there CLEANS,
With the ocean gem, the emerald green;
Around her head the rnrrmads paint
4 rainbov. rirh and sea buds chant
Their plaintise song, still echoed by
Each zephyr low, with a musmuring sigh;
The stars their silent vigs keep.
To light and guard the maidens sleep;
The moon keeps watch above her, too
While gliding through the pa,hiess blue"
She ceased and the murmur died away.
Like the voice of child who is tired of play,
And the ,uild rcarcs all sank back to rest,
Like a weary bird TO her mossy nest.
FLORENCE
.frriual of Mr. Patterson MIR w ]. Patterson
who. with MIR PARK. was compelled TO flee iron
Parkvills, 10 escape the fury of Mr. Afchlson'
mob. arrived in this city with his family, on Fri
day evening He favored with a cali SAT
urday and gives ms some iurthe- particulars q
The proceedings Of the mob bat they do not dife