Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1858-04-10


His CLASSY vision fell With tiger force
He threw me from him once again, and
Signing heavily nv loved one died.
Dark years sped on.
My sweet boy grew, till on his brow the stamp
Of mauhoo od sat. His fathers noble form
He proudly bore, while in his eye the same
Dark splendor famed. Heroic, brave and true
He peerless stood the prisoners friend.
His fathers post he filled, and plead
With eloquence, while fearful multitudes
Around him hung. With burning words
He told the orphans woes; the widows wrongs
To crowded counts, while JUSTICE ever on
His banner perched. His name was honored,
And his labors blessed by suffering ones.
In conscious innocence, he stood before
The world guileless and pure
But genius crumbles meath the power of Rum,
And mind is wrecked beneath lis witherIng
touch.
My idol fell. In fashions halls with fashions
Votaries, he slipped the mad'nng bowl.
plead before him with mothers tears -
A mothers prayers. | told him of the past,
His fathers course his fathers end
He trusted to his moral power, his
Moral strength, his post, his fame, and not
To God for help. Like sandy pillars these
Gave way, and tottering fell. His brilliance
fed .
His fame was gone, his honor lost.
He reeled madman to his clouded home
Consumption fastened to life's strings,
And sad a vuture on life's citadel
Repentant tears slreamed from his eye, and
On his God he called for help and grace.
Day after day he wept and prayed, and gave
Himself away to Christ. God heard his prayer,
And answered "SoN THOU ART FORGIVEN"
Lifes lamp burned low. Triumphant TO its God
b is spirit winged its way, while in the GRAVE
His BODY slept-"THE WRECK OF RUM"
Such were my thoughts as onward rolled
The silver moon. | could not sleep but
Az the midnight hour traced with
Trembling hand, and broken heart
These mournful lines.
Farewell my own loved one, to me thou art lost
The waves of deaths river in triumph are eros
sed -
% more shall intemperance thy bright pros
poets doom
Or wrap thy fond hopes with its night clouds
of gloom
The monster has conquered mortality's home,
But immortal thy spirit with angels shall roam :;
Though o'er thy dark mem'ry shall roll sor-
Eow,,s wave,
Yet thy pure prayer was answered, THY sA-
vIoCR FoRGAvE.
Oh Rum thou dark monster, how gloomy thy
reign,
What tears have been shed o'er the loved thou
hast slain
What hopes thou hast wrecked, what dark
trophies won
As from home thou hast torn the fond husband
and son?
Thou hast entered the palace, and hung it with
gloom,
Thou hast dug for bright genius premature
tomb
The learned thou hast conquered, the gifted
o'erthrown,
The eloquent ruined ;-claimed all for thine
Thou hast darkened bright homes, and beneath
thy sad tread,
Our loved ones have fallen, and sleep with the
dead;
The Husband the FATHER the Brother !; the
Son;
Have been slain by thy sword and have gone
one by one.
The orphan may trace 10 thy visits herwo
The widow her tears and her sorrows and
That for all her dark troubles, the source she
may tell,
In thine own dreadful form, thou dark agent of
He'll.
The victim Of sorrow wander and weep,
Ger the graves of my loved ones who silently
sleep,
By Potomacs fair stream, whose bright rip
plings are tossed,
While singing the Girge of my loved and my
lost.
Oh God of the widow! the lone ones true
friend,
Whose kingdom shall triumph and never know
end
Oh haste the glad time when RUNS reign shall
be o'er,
And the bow of sweet promise shall link shore
with shore.
When the last tear shall fall DER the spoils he
has won,