The Yazoo Democrat., 1858-10-23
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From the Memphis Morning Bulletia.l
THE DESTROYER.
The sweep of its pinion is over our land,
The shadow grows darker from mountain to strand
As the breath of the tempest or oceans deep swell
The murmur increases, of death and farewell.
Black as the unrufHed night that has slept,
And long the dark mystery, silently kept,
Ger the waveless Asphaltities, buried in gloom,
Is the shadow it casts of the coffin and tomb.
Shall we yield up our homes-shall we yield up
our friends
As the wing of the dark angel cruelty bends?
Our smiles cannot lure him, our gold cannot buy
We must fetter his pinion-to yield is to die.
We must fetter his pinion, or fee from the wall,
That floats on the wing of the soft Southern gale.
Its whisper of death settles cold round the heart,
And we turn to our homes with shudder and
start.
1t tells of the manly form, shrouded and still,
He died as he lived, with an unbroken will
The dark wing of pestience swept Ger his form,
Like hero, he died in the pan of the storm.
1t tells of another--and beauty's bright dover,
Had crowned the queen of many an hour
With the song on her lips, and the light in her
eye,
She throws back her tresses and lays down to die.
1t tells of low, gentle voice, whose tones
!
Mingled often and kindly with death-stihed means
From her labor of love, she is called to ascend
And they've lost her, the dead and the dying
their friend
1t tells how the spirit of darkness crept in,
And frowned on the babe, with the soft, dimpled
chin
1t quivefs and darkens, and clings to the breast,
That can soothe its sad moaning no longer to
rest
The low mutfled drum, and banners reverse,
Follow close in the wake of the coffin and hearse,
The bells toling sadly from steeple and dome,
Tell Of victims by scores, going home, going home.
The murmur is rufing the breast Of the streams,
The flap of its pinion, we hear in our dreams,
Below us. above u.s. around us-oh, tell,
Will the Destroyer cast over our city its spell!
No sentinel stationed to sound the alarm,
No guard on the outpost to shield us from harm
And still moning on like giant this shape,
IT'S folly, mad follow to think of escape
MEMPHIS, September 25th. EsTELLE.
WILT THOU LOVE HER STILLs
Wilt thou love her still, when the sunny curls
That over her bosom flow.
Will be laced with the silver thread Of age,
And her steps fall sad and low?
Wilt thou love her still, when the summers smiles
On her lips no longer live?
81 will love her still,
With right good will"
Wilt thou love her still then our cherished one
10 thy sheltering arms we give.
Wilt thou love her still when her changeful eyes
Have grown dim with sorrows rain
When the bosom that beats against thine own,
Throbs slow with weight of pain?
When her silvery laugh rings out no more,
And vanish her youthful charms?
'With free good will
| shall love her still %
Thou wilt love her still? then our dearest one
We give to yoar loving arms.
Remember, no grief has she ever known,
Her spirit is light and free;
None other, with falterless step, has prest
Innermost shades, but thee
Then wilt thou love her still, when the thoughts
of youth
In heir blushng bloom depart
"Through good and ill
l will love her still p
Then wilt thou love her still then our darling take
To the joy of thy noble heart!
Remember, for thee does she smiling leave
The friends of her early days
No longer to meet their approving looks,
Nor their fond unfeigned praise
Forgive her, then, if the tears fall fast,
And promise to love her we'll.
g / will love her still
With right good will~
Thou wilt love her still? then with peaceful trust
We your sobbing sorrows quell.
When her father is dead, and the emerald sod
Lies soft on her mothers breast
When her brother voice is no longer heari,
And her sisters hushed to rest
Wilt thou love her still ? for thee she looks,
Her star on lfe's troubled sea
"I will love her still
Through good and ILL"
With the marriage vow on her youthful lip,
Then we give our child to thee
MOTHER's COMING.
Jane and l sat by the hearth,
Watching the embers of the fire;
Her head was on my shoulder laid,
Her heart was drawn little higher.
asked her just for one short kiss,
And felt my ears so fercely humming-
She looked and blush'd and softly said:
DO it quick my mothers comingP
My arms around her then l flung,
Il And felt nur hearts fo0ether beating: