Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-10-03

SQull never enter III.
XII.
Fever from out her fiery lair.
Iiger-like springs on Dun Warren's heir.
Her talons are deep in his shuddering breast,
And he losses his arms in his wild unrest.
The Lady Julia with silent tread
Glides like a serpent about his bed
A fierce fire CLEANS from her clear blue eye,
Like tightening out Of a summer sky.
But where is she who alone hath power
To soothe his pangs in this fearful hour
His cherished idol, his chosen bride
Is this a time to forsake bis side ?
Blame her not but pity her fate,
Poor victim of %vengeful, remorseless hate,
She would give up earth's grandeur. and pride
and power.
To watch by that weary couch an hour.
wrist,
Which the lips of a lover so lately kissed
And for loves sweet story, shuddering hears
The brutal traders curses and ijeers q
o skies how can you smile SO bright,
On a world SO cursed by expressions blight!
0 earth how can you bloom so fair,
So 6lled with anguish and despair?
20 woman cruel woman +! what is this thou
hast done
Could no act less direful aprease thy fendish
wrath
When a thousand bowed before thee coulds't
thou not suffer one,
To love the gentle flower that bloomed so
sweetly in thy path?
A woman did l call thee ? Nay, thou art a fend
from He'll
Its lurid fires still burning in thy false and
Back to the prison, to thy comrades, for sure it
is not we'll,
To blight this Heritage of God in which thou
hast no part.
But the Father reigns above US, therefore I fear
thee not,
Do thy worst, but l shall see her in her lowli
ness once more.
lie would guide me were she hidden in Earth''
widest, loneliest spot.
We.shall live and love together yet, our weary
trials Ger,
Go then / forgive thee; false, and cruel as tho,
art,
Repent thee if thou can'st, ask forgiveness o
High Heaven,
Implore the blessed Lord to cast the demon
from thy breast.
The pearly gates thou'lt never pass if tho,
art unforgiven
XIV.
Through years long, long numbered years,
Up and down the weary earthi
Over deserts wild and drear,
Ger mountains where the streams hav
Over rivers deep and wide,
Through vast forests dark and lone,
Footsore, heartsore, still I've sought,
My lost, my loved, my worshipped one
The sun of life was shining high
When first my weary march began,
Now age. and night come stealing on,
am a grey haired, lonely man.
Men call ne idiot, mad man, fool,
But all their bitter taunts. and jeers,
Their words of pity, or of scorn,
Alike tall needless on my ears.
. sometimes on my weary way,
I've seen her. darling of my heart.
And fondly thought my search was DER,
That never more we twain should part;
The light of joy is in her eye,
She glides toward me with outstretched arms
lily to clasp her to my breast
Radiant in all her youthful charms.
But ere I clasp her slender hand, q
Or stoop to kiss her b~lushing face,
That dreaded phantom glides between
To part US from that dear embrace =
That fend-the gieam of whose blue eye, 80
Withers my heart-a Lightning glare
Around whose head the flames of He'll
Seem darting from her shining hair.
But demon I shall triumph yet
Though He'll with all its powers conspire
To part US twain-for her sweet sake,
I'd dare the fury of its fire I! 1f.
Yes we shall dwell in love together
Upon sumo peaceful stormless shore,
Where the worlds wrong, injustice, sin,
Shall vex our happy souls no more.