Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1857-07-17
1Doetifal Selections.
Tor the Standar,
THE VISION OF DEATH.


Go Death, to thy mission The mandate was CIV
en-,
The echo rolled back through the chambers of
heaven;
Then faint in the distance its mutterings grew,
And a being of horror came forth to my view.
lie seemed as commissioned for some terrible
deed,
For dark was his chariot and pale was his steed.
One hand grasped scePtre, the other dart,
And the glow of his eye told the pride Of his
heart,
The sun at his glance shed a sicklier ray,
And nature astonished in fear shrunk away;
The heavens grew black at his pestent breath,
And owned him the mouarch invincbe-Deathl
He cast proud glance over earth's happy throng,
And death to the nations his horrible song.
am lord OF the earth, Pm lord Of the main,
All nature hold in my whitening chain,
From my shadowy realm in the chambers OF night,
| will come on my pathway of mildew and blight,
The surest destruction it's mine to impart,
| My arrow shall pierce to the manifest heart,
I'll shroud mans proud hopes in the darkness of
gloom,
And bear him from all he loves to the tomb,
spare neither innocence, virtue, nor truth,
| The aged, the manly, nor childhood, nor youth
| The monarch shall find that no sceptre can save
The beggar must 20 with me down 10 the grave,
The sad and forlorn, with the happy and gay,
| Must leave all behind them and hasten away.
Man alike is my prey, nor shall favor be shown,
will give each an arrow, pail, aud stone,
! will visit the maid in her assamiue bower,
! When she waits for her lover to come at the hour
| He will come but to find have laid her at rest,
And cold is the heart that beat warm in her breast
| will visit the bride when arrayed for the groom
And bid her prepare to descend to the tomb.
At my whitening touch all her roses shall fade,
And couch of the bridal a bier shall be made.
| will curb mad ambition when wading through
blood,
And mounting the throne DER the hearts of thu
good;
will call upon avarico tOiling for dust,
His treasures forsaken, neglected shall rust,
The scolIer shall start at my coming, and quail,
Aud the sternest transgressor turn suddenly pale
| will conquer oppression, and tyranny quell,
But unto the righteous it all shall be well;
will speed to the soldier at rest on the plain,
: And the buge at morning shall call him in vain
f lie shall sleep in my arms with no shroud but hi
mail,
Nor awake when the war-cry swells loud on til
: gale,
When the war-cloud Of battle is dark in the air,
And foemcn encounter, then look for me there.
The proud, Wanting warrior, shall bow at III
= will;
4 will say to the proud war-horse lie down and b
I still.
The sailor carcering on oceans rude wave,
= Shall hasten with me TO a watery grave;>
c will visit the hammock and visit the deck,
= And will ride Oh the tempest and shout in I'll
wreck.
When the storm rage is low, and the breezes al
fair
: And ocean is calm, then look for me there.
On the coral the sailor shall sleep meath the surg
And the murmur of waters be his funeral drgc
] Mortal, proud mortal! prepare for my call,
Thou shalt sleep at the last meath my curtanir
pail,
: | will come the dread herald Of woe to the gay,
: When the giddy and careless shall think me ava
: will come and this hail shall be shrouded
gloom,
And arrayed in the emblems of death and IL
G tomb.
Be prepared, that my coming shall cause no a
fright
For my arrow is noseless and my footstep is ligl
e Thus boosted the monarch, and onward he rod
To bear his destruction in terror abroad,
No pity could move him, no terror could stay,
e But to deaths silent valley he bore them away
- Il. + D.