Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1858-11-12

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1.-The author Of which is personal
friend-we can add nothing to the COM
mendatieh contained in the few words
With which, the editor Of the Journal pre-
faces its publication
sli fs,ssf From the Louisville Journsl.s
TO REBEccA, OF HENDERSON, KY.
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zone fatal remembrsnce-- one sorrow that throws
Its bleak siTads alike Ger our joys and our woes"
b & The troubled spell is o'er, 0tsevs
The wild, deirous dream Of bliss is broke , ss..s
A spirit whispered TO me as awoke.
"No more-oh sleep no more,
For love has died upon dart whose sling ei scifa5
Sped on feather plGehed from his own wlnse,iiss
fai Oh bright divinity, fi .E2aahea1'i
Bold and unfettered the eag'e' wing, q, las
Oh soul of noblest impulses, the spring. s.s'zisa
And chainless as the sea, $500 .
Why diist thou lend my sky thy glorious light !.
ony to queneh I, ina blacker night
Oh have loved to bow
Before thy shrine aud burn rich incense there;
Immaculate spirit Of tho upper air. fFeavf38
Nor rose sincerer vow hiE e9saugsis
Nor sweeter wreaths in DAMS temples hungst soF
When on the Paphian myrtes sapphO sung. -st
iia3 Thine is magic power, rsfs 5sifRaR
power the siernesf hearts to tame and quellf f,r,
Thine own to mortal arts inyincibe, $500
And glorious is thy DOVER
Loves fire, ambitiOns struggles, PHYS tear, e
Religions hope, and a--save womans fear =, arb
Thine is that fearful spell, y'+
In which the Orient poppy gardens steep gse3
The passer's senses in luxurious seep, I'D b %
. -. While dreaming oil is well, s.si3 fsers
Nor knows he thst The flowers delicious breath
Is the othargic atmosphere OF death
~ Too late--alas too late aas ~ gstEr
My heart, once flesh with morning eews of youth,
Dreaming III at all the beautiful was truth,
Is scared aud desolate
Loves star is shrouded in its last eclipse AF
And its fair fruit is ashes on my lips. '1 T
With bitter grief we parted,
And in thine ear / breathed last adleu
To peace, to hope, to sweet repose and you liffie
3s And left e-broken.hesrted 90 4ssiF
And every star in heaven wrappedi gloom,
And earth itself became living tomb. fs
E7EH And like mourner's wall aattfsq
Now piercing shrill, now smothered and half hrsh'd
Convulsve tears and sobs all mady gushed-- "a
And gushed without avail;
For our fond bosoms bore one stricsea heart
Forever woundsd by fatal Dart.
The night winds planiiye moan .;l,T
Sighed through the pendant branches Of the trees,
Whose leaf-harp's sweet vibrations ll'dthe breeze
I And the distant tone -t'8
OF the blue waters of La Belle REVERE s32
Stole in JEolian murniurs $ on my ear ssra&
The bosom's qulvering ihrOes, sA
/ The ktudiering frame. the anguish of the heart
WrithingwI Loves inmedioabe dart; .fs
| The unutterable woes
or those whom destiny has doomed to feel
The agony they never reveal-- ~
All these were ours-and when
The dying night-%inds ceased a while 10 wake
Leaf in the wood or ripple on the lake, e b. 50
! Amurmur rose of pain. El;sg
Doleful and bitter as the passing cry
/ or lost spirit its agony.
Minei the agony Aotas
i To perish where EIysan apples grow, s-.gs-
| To parch with thirst where Eden's waters flow.
To pilie--to droop--to die,
Without hope to esse my bosoms pain, ea
| To know / lOpe, am ioped, and all in rain! ASST
One more fond parting word,
While all my frame with agony is shaken, aPei
And my torn heart of every hope forsaken, 500
To its far depths sstirred, ea,nl1
I A word will haunt me like funeral knell
God bless thee dear Rehecca--and taretceHi u
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