The Trinity times., 1855-05-05
The Lady's Dream
Ely THOMAS HOOD.

The lady lay in her bed
Her couch so warm and soft,
Put her sleep was restless and broken still;
For turning often and oft
IRON side to side, she muttered and moaned
And tossed her arms aloft.
AT last she started up
And gazed on the vacant air,
With a look Of awe, as if she saw
Some dreadful phantom there
And then in the pillow she buried her face,
From visions i'll TO bear.
The very curtain shook,
Her terror was so extreme:
And the light that fell on the broidered quilt
Kept tremulous gleam;
And her voice was hollow, and she shook as
sshe cried,
Oh, Me that awful dream!
That weary, weary walk
In the Church Yards 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 cheeks without bloom;--
And the voice that cried, For the pomp ol
pride,
We haste to an early tomb"
tFor the pomp and pleasure of pride
We toll like Afric slaves,
And only to earn home, at last,
Where yonder cypress waves;'-
And then they pointed--I never saw
ground so full of graves!
And still the collins came
With their sofrowful trains and slow,
Coffin after coffin still,
And sad and sckenng show;
From grief exempt, never dreamt,
OF such a world Of woe!
OF the hearts that daily break,
OF the tears that hourly fall,
OF the many, many troubles of life,
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 pined for bread,
And the houseess man and the widow poor,
Who begged-to bury the dead;
The naked, alas that | might have have
clad,
The famished | might have fed!
The sorrow might have soothed,
And the unreearded tears;
For many a throngng shape was there
From long forgotten years.
Ay, even the poor rejected Moor
Who raised my childish fears!
Each pleading look, that long ago,
| 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 ana dole
In everlasting retrospect
VIII wiring my sinful soul!
Alas have walked through life,
Too needless where 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 50 i'll part;
But, evil is wrought by want Of thought,
AS well as want Of hearty
She casped her fervent hands,
And the tears began 10 stream;
Large, and bitter, and fast they fell,
Remorse was so extreme;
,ARd yet O get, lint many dune
Would dreqm that LadyS DreGnh
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From Wolfert's Roost
The Birds offspring.
BY WASHINGTON IRVING.
My quiet residence in the country. aloo
from fashion, politics, and the money mark ct