New-York daily tribune., 1858-11-20
from Ruth an account Of one Of her dreams Of the


IDEAL
Oh, have dreamed Of il q thousaad times,
Sleeping ard waking, slnce the torch Of thought
Flashed into fame a. Revolution touch
And filed my spirit with i,s qnencAless iirr.
Most envious dreams Of innoc-ncs and Joy
Have haunted me-dresms that were born in s;n,
Yet swsth.d in stainless snow. I've dreamed, ard
drcsmed,
N wonderous trees. crowned with perennial green,
Whcse .of. still shadows cleaned With golden lamps
OF penrile frutage or were rushed with u.
Radiant and tansful when broad hccks OF birds
Swept in ard ou' Ike sheets Of living fame.
I've dreamed Of asles tinted with velvet grass,
And bordersd with the strange intelligence
OF myriad loving eyes among The sowers,
Tia. watched with curious, calm deAehS,
As rows Of wsyside cherubim may watch
a Dew soul, waking into Paradise.
I've dreamed OF sunsets when the sun supine
Lay rocking on the ocean Ike god,
And thrrw his wearyNarms far up the sky
Ard with vermilon tinted fingers toyed
With the long tresses Of the evening star.
I've dre eamed of dreams more beautiful than all
Dreams that were music, perfume vision, bilss-
Blent and suoirned, till have stood enwrspped
In the quick essence of an atmosphere
That made me trembe 10 upclose my eyes
Les, should look on God. And have dreamed
OF sinless men and maids, mated in heaven,
Ere vet their souls had sought for beau.ious forms
To give them human sense and residence,
Moving through all this realm OF choice delights
For ever and for ave. with hands and hearts
Immaculate as light; without thought
OF evil, and without pane for fear.
oh, when wake from happy dreams Ike these,
To the old conscousness that must dive,
To the old presence of guilty heart,
To the old fear that haur T. me nigh, and day,
Why should not deplore the graceess fall
That makes NE what am and shuts me on:
From a y pdition and society
AZ much above sinful maidens dreams
AS Eden best surpasses Eden curst
She s at last brought over ~ the faith OF the
poet, and accepts her destiny" without further
cayil.
Like the hand
OF strong angel on my shoulder laid,
Touching the secret of the spirits wings.
My heart grows brave. I'm ready no" To WORK
To work with God, and suffer " III His Christ;
ADOPT His measures and abide His means.
H. in the law that spans the universe
The law its maker may not disobeyl,
Virtue may only grow from innocence 80
Through great struggle with opposing III;
II must win my way To pertectness
In the cad path Of suffering, like Him
The everf0wing river of whose life
Touches the food mark OF humanity
On the white pillars of the heavenly throne,
Then welcome evil Welcome sickness, toll,
Sorrow and pain, the fear and fact OF death
The following cradle-song may serve as relief
to the theology which gets the slightest suspicion
of dullness before it is brought to q close.
Iltntr, Sieep' n InOtDer Wuuts tnSt'
Come with velvet arms
Fold the baby that she grants thee
To thy own soft charms
Beer him into Dreamland lightly!
Give him sight Of howers
Do not bring him back till brightly
Break the morning hours
Close his eyes with gentle fingers,
Cross his hands of snow!
Tell the angels where he lingers
They must whisper low
Twill gu,rd thy spell unbroken
II thou hear my eau;
Come then, Sleep, wait the token
Ofthy downy thrall.
Now see his sweet lips moving:
He is 10 thy keep;
Other milk the babe is proving
At the breast of sleep!
Our extracts illustrate only the didactic portion
of this work, and We will make no attempt to repre-.
sent the movement of its solemn drama, which can
scarcely be curtailed or explained. Few Of our
readers, we think will regret the time devoted ia
its perusa II we mistake not, they will recognize,
with us, the genius of q true poet somewhat er.
ratio, without doubt, with little fear of classical
precedent before his eyes, and not disposed to bow
obst quiously to popular opinion; but with rare
wealth of poetic sympathies, profound observation
of the workings of human passion, aud the creative
power to clOthe his conceptions in expressive
forms.