New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1858-11-08
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BY sALLrH ". BRYAN


TFrem The Louisville Journa1
Thou glory Of the Heaven!
I've dreamed the fires OF other lamps divine
We're lit from angel wings and thine was given
AtGods own shrine,
.All.silsnt shape Of light,
Most lovely mystery Of the boundless blue,
How does thysplendor far and cold and bright
Mock mortal view.
What art thou, radiant thing?
The home OF angels--oniys Or Is ne,
Lfeis, Beath's-By, and EteTnitys crowned King
Elthroned in thee?
OF does 4 race like ours
Amid thy silence and thy brightness dwell?
II so--are seepents coiled amid their howerss
Oh who may tell
Do weary wanderers pine
with fiery thirstings upon desertstrands,
And find, where wooing water seemed to shine
But burning sands
Does The young poet bow
Above his lire 10 still the tears that start,
Tpitt mocking lag,els for has dying bfoto
dga broken heart?
And DO they mask with smiles
While scorpionstugings in the heart are hid,
And breathe lightwords whose idle sound beguiles-
Oh, Heaven forbid!
And has the shade Of sin
Darkeiied above thy bosom, loYeliest sphereY
Alb Gods own son may have been Knocked therein
As he vas here.
or spirits from my world,
Mid love and light and music, ever.blast,
May now be resting with their free wings turled
On thy bright breast
Itve tbn,pbt. finn tly hushed light
lIfB Mother gazed upon her lonely child;
And when but now thy flashing grew more bright
Perchance she smiled,
And he, the sweet, the fair,
bly fagorite playmate bound BY kindred ties,
He with the white brow and the wayy hair
And deephlue eyes,
Ire too, the bright and young
and reckless one who shared my careless hours
Whose fiery spirit fed from Earth among
Lost June3s sweet flowers.
And oft in years long fed
Rapt in bright dreamings, radiant mystery,
The glorious bards aud sages with the dead
Have looked on them,
Thou'st chained her gaze whose Tyre
Is eehoing still from Grecian wales and sleeps,
Whose burning bosom quenched its fatal fire
In oceans deeps.
And, meath Itala's skies,
Each Southern poet linked with love and wo
Has raised to thee his dark impassioned eyes
OF fearful flow
And be, the proud, the lone,
The minstrel Wanderer of Albion's isle
Ger Ills dark curls and glorious brow has shone
Thy changeless smile.
Az, by the Jordan, He
From Heavens own glories, 10 the lonesome night
Has bowed his head in G0d-like agony
Beneath thy light,
And--once with me, above
One gazed on thee-one that now wanders far
Oh, shed on his lone path thy radiant love,
Sweet EyeniDgstar
on his lone path but where,
Where Is he noB-oh where beneath thy heamsi
Alas, | gazed on him with deep despair
Last night in Dreams
saw a Wild teild sea
Aud he--the one could have died to save
Raised his white hand implorngly to me
Above the wave
Despaif had chained my SOUL
could bnt stand andgS2e into the deep
Aud watch the lightning's glare, the water'sroll,
Nor move, nor weep.
Thought how al the past
Flashed through the tempest on bis mournful eyt
Yet saw bis last gaze-knew it was the last
Aud-conld not die
Alas for human Thought
However high in Heaven may be its flight;
BY earthly love TO earth lis ever brought
There to aght.