The Nevada journal., 1855-05-25
The Lady's Dream.
BY TFIOS. HOOD.

BY TTIos. HOOD.
The lady lay in her bed
Her couch SO warrl and soft.
But her sleep was restless and broken still
For turning often and oft
From side to side, she muttered and moaned,
And tossed her arms alolt.
At last she started up
And gazed on the vacant air,
With look of awe, as if she saw
Some dreadful phantom there
And then in the pillow she buried her face
From visions i'll 10 bear.
The very curtain shook,
Her terror was so extreme
And the light that fell on the broidered quilt,
Kept tremulous geam
And her voice was hollow, and she shook as she or
ooh, Me that awful dreaml
That weary, weary walk
In the Church ards dismal ground
And those horrible things with shady wings,
That came and fitted round
Death, death, and nothing but death,
In every sight and sound
And, o those maidens young,
Who wrought in that dreary room,
With figures dropping, and spectres thin,
And checks without bloom;-
And the voice that cried For the pomp of pride,
We haste to an early tomb'
For the pomp and pleasure of pride
We toll like Afrc slaves,
And only 10 earn home, at last
Where yOnder cypress waves =
And then they pointed never saw
A ground SO full graves!
And still the cofiins came
With their sorrowiul trains and slow
Coffin after coffin still,
And sad and sickening show
From grief exempt, l never dreamt
OF such a world of woe
or the hearts that daily break,
OF the tears that hourly fall
OF the many, many troubles of Iile.
That grieve this earthly ball
Disease, and Hunger, and Pain, and Want,
But now dreamt of them all
For the blind and the cripple were there,
And the babe that pinned for bread,
And the houseless man and the widow poor,
Who begged to bury the dead
The naked, alas that | might have clad,
The famished might have fed
The sorrow might have soothed,
And. the unregarded tears
For many thronging shape was there
From long forgotten years,
Ay, even the poor rejected Moor
Who raised my childish fears
Each pleading look that long ago,
l scanned with needless eye,
Each face was gazing as plainly there
AS when passed it by;
Woe, woe to me if the past should be
Thus present when die
No need of sulphurous lake,
No need of fiery coal,
But only that crowd of human kind,
Who wanted pity and dole
In everlasting retrospect
VIII wiring my sinful soul
Alas! have walked through life,
Too needless where l trod;
Nay, helping to trampe my fellow worm
And fill the burial sod
Forgetting that even the sparrow falls
Not unmarked of God!
drank the richest draughts
And ate, whatever is good
Fish and flesh, and fowl and fruit.
Supplied my hungry mood;
But never remembered the wretched ones,
That starve for want of food
dressed as the noble dress,
In cloth of silver and gold,
With silk and satin, and costly furs,
In many an ample fold;
But never remembered the naked limbs
That froze with winters cold.
The wounds might have healed
The human sorrow and smart
And yet, it never was in my soul,
To play so i'll part;
But, evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart -
She clasped her fervent hands,
And the tears began to stream;
Large, and bitter, and fast they fell,
Remorse was so extreme;
And get, o yet, that mony a dame,
You'd dream that Lady's Dream!
A RoNaN Fl 1rcr,o>-r, D.