Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1858-08-21
BRATTLEBORO, VIZ: AUG. 2I, 1858.


! ! ct not unDicsscd, Tor IN the iAtal tlrill
| Which rent his spirit, like his own torn WILL
II seemed as II some human springs which lay
| Unknown within him, hidden far away
Under the woitho n rubbish Of his wealth.
Were a unlocked; and now, rs If by Stealth
The light OF Heaven crceps through bis tremulous
And she'd, its grace on his lntc pcnitcncc!
Her part is touched with beauty and tender
ness religion claims the daughter of affection.
and gold cannot dispute the heavenly prize:
And while each deepening shadow round her falls.
She waits, like Mary till the Master calls.
The poem ends with one of the most beauti-
ful pathetic tdbutcs to woman ever ponned:
Nof waits alone. Sucl have there ever been,
Since human grief has followed human sill
The patient, pcr.cc' Women. A. tlcv climb.
With bleeding feet the tlinty cracs Of Time,
Nor for the praise Of man. or eartli's rcuoWn,
They bear The cross and Weu thc martyrs crown.
Though Quccnly medal, stamped with Royd Heads.
Their humble toll 10 cndic.- honor wci.;
Though, like bow Of Hope, their fame !. bent
From side 20 .ie of each broad Continent;
And pictured Volume, with it, titiei page,
Bolr- theh meek features 10 the coiuina A.c;
\ hi-hcrlo their gentle spirits rcup
Where nll unknown. their silent watch they keen
Far from the echo oi the worlds api,au.e,
Through .ulty noon. or miinign,'s dreary puu.c--
Where helpless infant, gasp their parting breath,
Graded n sorrow and baptized with Death.
Ot strong lne', tossing with dc'rlou- lips,
In ievcr-tempest, ana tie minds eclipse.
Fiungc through the staries. siorin like laundering
Or Od'Agc. shrinking from the tyrant's clutch.
fccls, through the darkness. for their tender touch
Watching ana waiting. till the rising Morn
Sitll greet their sanity face, pale and worn
With the long vigil, rs they ,tca. away.
Through dnrkcncd chamhcr. Mt 'e dawn of dav,
lulop,c the easement 20 the early air.
Hal lt- pure radiance with their Itrcr PRAYER,
Drink IN fresh courage with il- quohcius breath,
Then shut the sunlight from the bel Of Death
But bear, -Vrcuplv, To the sufferer. -fl,
\ lnightu' beauty TINA the MorD!r, tide
Fdihs golden dnwhug. which, from heights above,
fmn,f.ure. Toll to Ioyl DUTY to Love.
No eye behuldug. save their risen Lords,
Who see, IA secret but IN sight rcaa!d,
Their flircst earthly CROWN the wreath that ;wncs
Not round loud Platforms, or proud Senate Donc<
But those pure Altars, those perpetual Shrincs.
Nhlch grace and gladden. all our SAXON lloMEs,
This poem, if its predecessor. in its numerous
limitations, has not already done so, is likely to
originate new school OF humanitarian compo-
sitions, in which light, popular verse will be-
come the handmad of moral and social reform.
The vanity and extravaganza Of the Flora
MFlimsies have already passed into the easy
currency of national proverbs-not confined to
one nation, either, hut familiar as household
words in England and the Continent. Satire
and sentiment. wit and pathos are intcrmingled
IN Mr.. Buffers easy verSilcation, rs they are
properly associated in all feeling minds Thus
far he has done his spiriting gently, sharply >a-
tirizing folly when it verge, into vice. prescry-
ing essential justice by due distinctions reprov-
Ing with loving hand,. not sparing the ridicu-
lous, piercing the incrusiaton' ON our social ,ys-
tenn and penetrating thn conccalmcnt of hum
bic sorrow and suffering. 1t is good work
and well performed, not less thoroughly for its
apparent lcyity. If the shaft has a pictured
feather, there i, effective steel at the point.
liearkcn unto vcrser, who may clarcc
,Rhymc thee TO good ant make bait Of pleasure
verse may find him who sermon le..
sings or SAYS sanity George Herbert. and we
may fancy auditors, accustomed to nod un-
scathed by pulpit warnings, taking to heart a
lesson which finds its way to their fashionable
homes, and is echoed even already by the loun.
gers at their hcartless fcasts