The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-05-14
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From the Home Journal.
The Land of Dreams.
BIZ HENRY s. CORNWALL,


There lies land remote from Days domin
ions,
A cline of Lethean streams and silent seas
Wheseto good angels upon noiseless pinions,
Conduct by paths of ease.
tits region over whose existence
The shades of doubt and disbelief are cast
A realm that lies, obscured by night and dis
tance,
Vague, visionary, vast.
The mountains lift their SUBMITS, dim and
hoary.
In melancholy grandeur far away;
And all things wear pale and languid glory,
Unknown to brazen day..
There ancient Night her starry rule sustain
ing,
Sways her mild sceptre ever sea and land,
Amid her loyal court serenely reigning,
With Peace at her right hand
And Sleep, adusky Hercules, before her,
Entranced in visions roseate and warm,
With the half emptied cup of mandragora
Beside his PROSTATE form.
There all strange beauties that rapt Fancy
renders, around
Enchant the sense from rodding cliffs
Flashing cascades, moonlit with golden splen-
dors,
Drop down without sound.
Still meadows, where a IL wondrous blooms are
growing,
Exhaling peace, lie lapt in slumbrous calm,
Wooed by soft winds, melodiously blowing,
From groves of dropping palm.
BY winding creek ani sedgy margined river,
On bending stems fantastic poppies doze
Narcotic sweetness fills the air forever,
And all things love repose.
And round the land mighty wall arises,
Upon whose gates eternal starlight CLEANS
Showing this legend, with antique devices
Inwrought: THE LAND OF DREAMS.
And by the portals wait motley legion,
Who lead you onward through ambrosia
bowers,
Into thief recesses of the region,
obeds of lotus flowers.
Then music rises, silver -cadenced holy,
What time on el6n instruments they play
A low and Lydian melody, that slowly
Steals Sorrows soul away.
Or else yo1 skim lore lakes in wizard barges,
BY slow and measured notion borne along,
And hear at intervals, blown from the marges
The Fairies choral song.
There the clear reflex of the days departed,
Like weird Auroras, flush the somber sky !;
And phantoms of the lost-the tender hearted
Embrace US lovingly.
The maiden mourning for her shipwrecke,
While ON the pictured past her fancy dwells
There sees again his image bend above her,
And hears her marriage bells.
The mother feels again upon her bosom
The tender pressure of her darling,s head
And clasps a shade Of that transplanted bios
som
Which Death has coveted.
Yea, with whatever of desire.or passion
The pilgrim walks this mystic land he soc
His thoughts take shape, and counterfeit tb
~ fashion
Of strict realities.
Bat on the left, there lies valley lonely. ..
Wherein is nought of quiet or delight
Haunted by Fears, and things uulovely only
Who terrify the night.
All. 60 not therel for hideous and gigantic
Are they who there in dreadful ambush Ii
A goblin crew most merciless and frantic,
Whose names are INcuBI.
They seize the pilgrim in these paths of errc
Bind him, and sit like lead upon his breas
And glover and grin upon his speechless te
ror,
And motionless unrest
There Jack o'lan.ern waves his bright illuso
To lure the wight to his unhappy fate
Who finds, alasl his better resolution
Comes all too late-too late
There boots the owl from fens and caves alb,
mal' 1.-THE da
And vampires brood, and shapes that hs
And the blank moon makes desolation disn
With her uncertain ray
Such is the country, over W hose existence
The brooding shades of mortal doubt ;
cast