The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1857-06-05

We are not aware whom q where the fol-
lowing beautiful lines 6rse appeared. We
extract them, with the following ae1iss. Iron
tie Liverpool (Eagiand) Mercury, Of NJ
!" TIL. followisg hsasaifally 9xprsssivs
lines are from the psn Of DIVE Bsthune Duff
field, Esq, Of Detroit, Michigan, U. s. It
appears that amQg the passengers on board
the steamer e. w. Kendall ware some irish
emigrauts, and in the number husband,
with his wife and children, on thar Wy TO
Iowa. The mother was brought froo ne
shin to the steamer ct New Orleans, and az
tor \ few DAYS out, died. When the kind
hearted Cant. Thomas asked the sorrow
stcken husband where be would have her
buried, he pointed to the wild shore Of Ar
kansas, and said, in broken tones, sPll bury
her there, in the name Of God!'"
He stood on the steamers noisy dock.
Bowed by grief which he might not check
For BY him lay, bercft Of life,
The shsoudiess corpse Of his faithful wife.
Dark swept the Mississippis tide,
While the pail Of night came down to hide
From the careless case OF suAngers near,
The pale, thin form on the pine-piAnk bier.
To the grand new world, where the free stars
Seeking home they nigh. no. anl
In the land Of their love they left behind;
And, while The proud, feet hip would toss
The spray from her wings, like an AlbAtross,
Their shouting children sung with glse
Wild songa Of their new born liberty.
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But the mothers binding tears would cone,
Az she thought OF her swn loved cottass home;
OF the haunted spring by thabawthorn gray,
Who're fairies sung NJ the Of day.
And. while the fever, slrs Slsagh slow,
Quckencd her life blood q ebb and How,
With wasting grief ~ deep IS vain,
She pinned for her own green land ngAin
So, ere they reached the pampas high,
WHARF the blooming prairie gardens lie.
Like play grounds BY ths uodheaa made,
Whore bright young angels might have strAyeA-
While her 'reft children round her crept,
And looked la her d ying face and wept-
She closed her sunkeu, faded eyes,
And went away TO the peaceful skies.
They were far from the church yards holy
ground,
And the nm horn woods before them frowncd;
But yagr ant footsteps wsuld not pres
The lone 4 ave In the wilderness;
So, turning from his cherised dead,
With white and quiver,ng lips he said,
As he pointed to the virgin sods
EN- bury her there, in the name Of God J"
They dug her grave In III, forest lone,
While the nigh t-winds marmured . sobbing
moan,
And the long Giant rays of the pale moonlight
reopled The gloom with spectres bright.
Then, laying her In her silent bed,
Though no funeral rite was read,
He buried her where the wild aeertrod,
With = broken prsyer--"in the name OF God 80
O !theu dwsiisr in lighted halls,
Who're Joy Is echued from thy walls;
Thou, who has pierced with traitors dart
The a mort core Of a trusting heart.
Couldst raou, with 40 earnest, holy faith,
Such ~ that Ir.b peasant hath,
Fold thy false hands above her sod,
And ODER prayer in the name sf aodf
o cleanse thy dark hearts chnrnai damp,
Where, like . htful funeral lamp,
lighting thy sin foul, fostering corpse,
Gleameth TIE ray Of = deep remorse,
Then, In thy purged soul secure,
Entomb her memory high and pure;
And, with a prayer DER the pirt sod,
Busy HER THERE, In tho name Of God.
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