Mountain Democrat., 1857-08-01
ways Right, but Right or Wrong, Our Country"
The Lndy's Dream.
BY TOM HOOD.

The lady lay in her bed,
llcr couch so warm 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 alOft.
At last she started up,
And gazed on the vacant mir,
W It'll u look of awe, aS if she saw
Some dreadful phantom there
And then i'll the pillow she buried her face
From visions ill TO bear.
The very curtain shook
Her terror was so extreme
And the light that fell from the brOldcrcd quilt
Kept trcmulOus glcam; lclird
And her voice was hollow, and shook as she
"Oh me. that awful DREAM
"That weary, weary walk
In the cInircl-vard's dismal ground,
And those horrible things, with shadowy wings,
That came and fitted round
Death, death, and nothing but death,
In every sight and sound.
"And oh those maidcns Young,
Who wrought in that drcarv room,
With figures dropping and spectrcs thin,
Aud checks without Il bloom;
And the voice that cried, For the pomp Of pride
We haste to an early tomb
d" For the pomp and pleasures Of pride;
We toll like the African slaves,
And only To earn a home at last,
Where Wonder cypress waves;
And then it pointcd-I never saw
ground 80 full Of graves!
"And still the cofIins came,
With their sorrowful trains and slow;
Collin and coffin still
\ sad and sckcning slow:
From grief exempt, had never drcamt
Of such II world Of wo!
"Of the hearts that daily brcak,
Of the tears that hourly fall,
OF the many, many troubles Of life
That gricvc this earthly ball
Disease AMI Hunger, Pain and Want
But now dream of them all
"For the blind and the cripple were there,
And the babe that pincd for bread,
Aud the housclcss man, and the widow poor
Who bcggcd--tO bury the dead!
The naked, alas, that might have clad,
The furnished that might have FED
"Thc sorrow might have soothed,
And the unregarding tears;
For many throngng shape was there,
From long forgotten Years,
AY, even the poor rejected Moor,
w -" my
"Eich pleading look that long ago
scanned with hccdlcSs eve;
Eac! face was gazing as plainly there,
AS when passed il by:
W0, wo for me il the past should be
Thus present when die.
"No need of sulphurons lake,
No need Of fiery coal,
But only that crowd of human kind
Who wanted pity and dole
In everlasting retrospect
Will wiring my sinful soul.
Alas have walked through life
Too Needless where tro'l
Nay, helping to tramp my fellow worm,
Aud ill the burial sod
Forgetting that even the sparrow falls
Not unmarked by God!
81 drank the richest draught;
And utc 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
'T 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 trozc with winters cold
"Thc wounds might have healed.
The human sorrow and smart
And vet il was never in my soul
To play so i'll IL part;
But evil Is brought by want of thought
As well as by want Of heart"
She clasped her fcrvcnt hands,
And her tears began to stream,
Large aud bitter and fast they fell,
RemorSc was So extreme;
And yrt-Oh yet, that many dame
Would dream that lady, dream!