The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1856-10-02
Grigiual Guhlllalniratnn,,

For my young lifes blood was,rolling its
joyous course through my veins, while Iwas
bounding like a roe DER hill and dale, cl,as-
ing that wild phantom Pleasure, whose
name lives only in song. With high
bounding pride, I made, rs. r thought 81.
gaptic strides across lifv's Howery plain, but,
alas, IL was q dream. SomnamLulism was
doctrine to ,ne strange and mysterious.
My angel had not as yet, led me through
its silent clouded halls, yet had dream
that was not all g dream. Thou 4, a fond
mother had not left her silent home Of
death, yet there seemed to he a gentle
guide to accompany me as passed through
NE. Her name was Hope, with her hlly
hand she unfolded the doors Of some gor-
geous palaces, where tho rich and gay were
cha Ing upon the fantastic toe" The brilliant
hours of MONDAY life. all was still as /
heard an angel wing The air; as my ears
caught the gentle tones that. died away, too
sad for mortal ears ever 10 hear again. The
stern decree is obeyed, and the loud peals
OF laughter and exta,ic- joy are turned to
mourning, and those rich melodies which
told of lovers woes and joys, were turned
to whiling and lamentations, for she has f,l.
len oh, that bright eyed girl so fcndIy
loved. saw her in the dance, more leau-
tiful than the gay butterfly circling in the
morning sun, and pausing now and then to
sip the nectar Of the gods from cartl's
sweetest flowers, Deepin her silent tomb
my Mary softly lies.
There in that narrow home my youthful
Joy dies. ~ lad dream, but twas not all
a DREAM" for that gey cires faded like
summers flower, and those gay halls, re.
sounding with a strangers tread, nc'er re
sounds again, 70" s'ern Reality app.oache, !;
ne whose music has been the casl, Of re-
sounding arms stands before me, with hi,
mantle dipped in blood, and in his cod,
pale, bony hand, he holds scep,re, by
which he rules the world. lie speaks, and
the strong man turns pale, and lays himself
down to die; he utters his voice, aud the
faithful tomb unveils her bosom 70 receive
in her icy embrace, the vast tlirong from
banquet halls to sacred courts. "The groan,
the pail, the knell, the BIER" acknowledge
his empire, But had another dream,
which was not all a dream. I left my
childish sports, for my fairy guide told me,
speaking sadly too, there was one devoted
spot yet must see. "But stop" said She
sin those sacred pages" (pointing to The
Bible,) ''thou hast read the doom OF Sodom,
and the fate Of Gomorrab thou hast seen
in thy fancy the curling fame turning its des-
tructive way, and thou hast beard the last
note of woe die away amid the deepening
roar of a flaming city; thou, tco, hnss read
Of our Savior weeping tears of sorrow over
Jerusalem; but l've1a spot to shew thee !;
no burning Sodotn, no mang.ed Jerusalem
her name is Mamiuon. She is set upon
a hill, but exalted to heaven "a murmmer
ing streamlet rolls at her feet, to bear her
chat away her sens and daughters at twi
light hour stray in pensive silence beside her
murmering nil. On one other lofty hills,
her Prophct-school doth proudly stand, and
like the glttering gems Of light that mark
the bending sky, her sons and daughters
new beam forth,- with light for every eye.
Some for Paul, some for Apollos, and some
for Cephas, but none for Christ. | looked
and beheld not only what she mentioned.
but four solemn temples, where they say her
sons and daughters are together called by
their e!A4i.a!Ess ts'ls their >ssches, fun,hling
wheels, proclaim the same. ] looked oh,
that scene enough, to make q devil quail.
Close by these solemn halls old Bacchus
rears three stately domes, and the Ginning
| Of his bells, bsirays the pnsuspecting you,b.
The mechanic leaves his tools and chop. the
clerk his counter, the mrmer his fields. the
student his books, and all with wild fiend.
isl, shout proclaim. proclaim old Bacchus
king. awoke cxelaiming "vefily, verify,
shining Sodon,, thou arr exalted to heaven,
bat shalt indeed be thrust down to he'll
Il had dream, il was not az a dream"
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The mind has more In Il than most peo-