The Kansas herald of freedom., 1855-05-05
ORIGINAL Poetry.
Far tie Herald Of Esedoys.
BIZ P. P. FowLER.


a ready heart and hand,
Though mertals '.Rso0sskiae, call the thing
They do not understand.
To whom all things are bright and pure,
Perceived by moon-lit lore,
He'll speak IN parallels obscure,
As Wisdom did of yore;
Or seated in star-lit dell
Remote from haunts of men.
His history and Office tell
With allegoric pen.
You bless the world-'tis well and wise,
All things proclaim it true:
Yet if no other aids should rise,
Pray what could Dsooasaiae do!
Methinks-though iaortals may not see,
May think the subject droll-
1t takes all things IN unity
To make perfect whole.
Ha-soesa-ns ga, whose blessings. cheer,
Life. health, and hope impart,
Gives He-no, in finite sphere,
To bear an humble part.
Behold him then, q man in mould,
In warrior costume clad.
Not youthful quite, nor IS he old
His visage calmly sad;
And flashing DER it, as the day,
The rays of feeling shine;
Mirth keeps the touch of care away,
Or lights up every line.
4 magic feather guards his life,
To human weaiconsigned.
a sure defense in days of strife
Against the Evil Mind;
While at his back, basket filed
With rock, in fragments goes,
Which, with an aim unerring skilled,
He launches at his foes.
'Tis his to break oppression's yoke,
To liJ;rl. for reasons strong,
The yiewless, crashing thunder-stroke,
Upon the head Of Wrong.
The dark and leecy drapery
Expanded DER the sky,
Surcharged with blessings yapory,
Dispensed with equal eye;
He forms. to give those blessings birth,
To shed The genial rain
Console the parching, thirsty earth
Excessive heats restrain
Bids verHal vegetation spring
From Winters rugged tomb,
Arising On expanding wing,
To clothe the-earth in bloom;
Maturing, from the guarded root,
For hopeful, hardy toll,
The npened grain, delicious fruit,
Abundant wine and oil.
Such blessings mark his lonely way,
And daily to the skies,
All mindful of his genial sway,
EaTth's grateful thoughts arise.
Nor yet unsoeial, though alone,
Nor wed to selfish ends,
Tho seated on his western throne,
He heeds his eastern friends.
No thought, no social tie rescinds,
But truthful night and day,
Invokes the Spirit of the Winds
His heart-warm thoughts convey.
Alas! to him no glad surprise,
But ike sterile track,
They drink the treasures of the skies
And give no verdure back.
Nor will he cease his faithful care,
In sunshine, or in storms,
Sublimely riding through the air
Gpo4tse clouds he forms.
Time was, when meath the Rivers sheet,
Where Erie's waters run,
Whose spray uprising laughs to greet
In varied hues, the sun
Behind the Fall, thus sheeted DER,
It's veil the rainbow foam,
A spacious cave was known of yore,
And this was He-no's home.
Nc gloomy cavern fraught with fears,
But like a Kansas sky,
When Indian Summer eve appears
To fascinate the eye
In star-gemmed, gorgeous array,
w hose varied charms unfold,
As light and shadows blending, play
With yernil, green, and gold;
Such mingling hues, with mellow rays,
Through each apartment glowed,
And lit with strange. unearthly blaze,
This vast terrene abode;
No nIertal mind its plan may trace,
Or count its glories Ger
Fen Beauty paused, with smiling face,
Was soothed, nor sighed for more.
And soft and gorgeous DER the scene
Another light was shed,
Entranced the soul with joy serene,
When other lights were fled;
Nor moon, nor stars, nor sunbeam's flow,
Could in that palace shine:
But love, at hohne, with fadeless glow,
Pure. perfect. and divine.
Here, in repose from Duty's call,
These magic walls within,
His melody the mighty Fall,
Its grateful noise and din
Thy brother marked. with pensive view,
The trembling moonbeaias play,
Adcrn the mist, with varied hue,
And gambol with the spray;
Or worshipped in the loving light
That III his presence shone,
q guiding beacon, pure and bright,
For he was not alone.
A maiden fair, in yeuth's bright morn,
a pure and priceless gem,
Whose living graces would Gdorn
An angels diadem,
Doomed with an aged form to wed,
To omortals bade adieu-
Swift TO the mighty torrent sped, :.
And launched her light canoe.
On swept the bark with rapid pace,
While the resistless tide
Ezulted, that to deaths embrace
lie bore so fair bride.
The torrent'sspray her shrouding pail,
Her dirge its ceaseless roar,
Her tiny craft swept DER the Fall,
And she Was seen no more.
A Aready blanket He-no brought,
Where the descent was made
Within its folds the treasure caught,
And to his home conveyed.
The love-lit tenure of hisdays,
Like golden tissue spread
Unioldcd to his ravished gaze,
Where'er his pathway led.
Change, with unseen and stealthy stride,
To earth destruction brings
L1HQ HtSSc11lGS 1Eblll OGf DtC5ctaCc IlluCs
And hope from ruin springs;
a voice, all-potcnt, ealls-behold,
Thy waiting seraph kini-
Life's portals to her sight unfold,
No LIKING love-lighs kindly beams
Upon the path for him
All other lights are fitful CLEANS,
Pale feeble cold and dim
His home remains. bat from his sight
Its peerless charms have flown
Lost to his gaze, his living light,
He feels he is alone.
Shalldarkness shroud celestial light,
and veil the peaceful tomb
In rayless, stariess, cherries night,
Nor hope nor beauty blooms
Away-the tones ofwoe are brought
Upon the passing gale,-
Calamity her tribe has sought,
A serpent huge, beneath the ground,
Each summer raised his head
Assailed each grave, and sacred mound,
And fcasted ON the dead:
Then poisoned with peTnicious blast,
Each stream and fountain clear;
Tins plagne prepared his dire repast,
For each succeeding year.
Slain with bolt BY He-no sent,
The foods his carcass besr,E-
Just at the Fall, bis body bent, -
And lodge and leaye it there;
Crushed was the rock beneath ite weight,
And formed the Horseshoe FaH, -
But He-no;s home was desolate,
Its darkness like pail.
q - - =
: He gave nogTsan, he shed no tear,
But voiceiess, IN the West
He sought another kindred sphere,
4 home ofquiet rest.
From where the Rocky Mountains rear
Their rugged forms on high,
Like froHnfng bastions. stern, severe,
Against the western sky