Bellevue gazette. [volume] (Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]) 1856-1858, 1858-02-04
P o E T r Y.
water and Wine.
ny mrs. SARAH $. LocxwrLt.


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Ye may bring fresh roses and garlands twlhc
To crown the goblet of ruby wine, .. ..
When We gather around the festal board
And the sparkling draught amid mirth Is
poured;
Ye may call it the nectar that gods may sip,
As It deepens the coral on beauty's lip;
Ye may echo its praises in music and song,
As It circles brightly in pleasures throng.
But there Is tiGe when the rosy wine,
Though in cups Of gold and crystal 1t shine,
Though it foam up brightly in ruby light,
VIII lose the power to waken delight;
When all the wine that ever was poured
In princely halls at the festive board,
Would be gladly given, could it but bring
One pure cool draught from the limpid spring.
When fever burns In each throbbing vein, H
And the weak frame faints with the weary
f. ing pain. r.. aI .. rHa y..r '....
When the cheek is flushed, and parchcd the
go. lip,l ..tt -.y. .@Hl......U H.. %
Oh who from the wine-cup then would sipl
All who dose not in those moments dream
OF a calm blue lakelet or singing stream /; .
OF the bubbling fount in the grassy dell, I.
OF the cooling drink from the old home well?
Altar in the desert, all dreary and lone, ...
Where many-voiced echo awakeDs no tone;
Where, instead of the zephry's low murmur-
ing sigh, .r Hp .Y.f'e.-r. ...
The hot breath Of the simeon careers
wildly by; I ..I
Where no glad rushing streams in their
bright beauty sweep. ....
Or the lily-crowned lakes in calm lovsliness
sleep;
Where grim desolation holds unbounded
sway, ." H"
The long caravan marches on its lone way
Camels are ladened with merchandise rare,
Treasures most gorgeous aud priceless are
there;
Robes richly wrought in the Indian looms,
Bright flashing jewels and costly perfumes,
Gold which king might covet in vain,
Corals and pearls from the treacherods main T;
But all is unheeded-forgotten now
And dispair is written on every brow.
The scorching rays Of the sun are shed
In fervid glow on each fainting head;
The sa ids Of the desert gliminer and dance
In the farnace-heat of his burning glance
There's a death-lik hush in the sultry air,
And the cloudless sky wears dazzling glare,
While FROM every lip goes mp wild cry,
Water! o God for we faint--we die
A vessel lies far on the Southern deep
The winds and the waters are hushed to
sleep 'i ~. .i ..
Not floating cloud walls the glowing sky,
As the sun in his fiery ear mounts highs;
Not the lightesl breath of a wandering gale
Swells the white folds of the dropping sail;
A burning heat fills the trembliag air, ., =
And the smooth sea CLEANS with flashing ,
D. glare.,Ii l- vau.3H sg.r ~ 81 ..r
'Tis lovely scene-that calm, blue sea,
With the bright fish sporting so joyously,
Leaping ub with musical plash,
While a shower Of jewels sparkle and fash
And the albatross wheeling his airy ilght,
His broad wings glancing like snow in the
light;
But the sea Of beauty is spread in vain
For those who are writhing in anguish and
pain.
Ore the becalmed and motionless bark
The angel Of death waves his pinions dark;
There are eager eyes looking out for a sail,
And the.earnest prayers for cool, fresh galei
The brooding hush Of the sultry air |
Is stirred by vain cries Of grief and despair,
And from every lip goes up wild cry,
Water o God for We faint--we die
MISCEL LLANEOUS.