New-York daily tribune., 1858-09-14

Wen uot mortal sorrow
Ar immortal shade
Then would tomorrow
Such flower tc MADE, -
krd i've N ,hs dear wccs- wbere my lot chirdhccd
played. hosE rthhf'
From the Poems OF Love We take the loi-
lowing tribute Ia couugal happiness.
rnE Po.gs BRip,L-Day so>G.
q, my owe hkr the -teaiia>t san,
orsimams iha, deepen a. they ripi
Nor hoary hairs forty y.ars,
Nor moments between -igh- and tear,
Nor nights of thought. nor day Of pam
Nor dreams Of glory dreamed IN vain;
Nor mlrth, nor sseete-t song that rows
To sober JOYS and soften wo--,
Can make my heart fancy fee
On. moment. my sweet wife. nom th'e.
Even while muse sse the" si'
lu maiden bloom and matron W.T.,
Fair, gentle a. when Diet Sued.
W seem, hH' Of ssda;er mood
We, my heart leaps ioi.i for thee
A. VIXEN, beneath Arbigand tree,
We stayed and wooed, and thought the moon
Set IN the hour too soon;
Or fingered mud the falling dew
When cooks We're FOND and WORT, were few.
Though see smiling at thy feet
Five and ae fair daughter sweet,
And time and care and birthiime
Have dmmed thine eve and touched Thy ro~c.
To thee and thoughts of thee, belong
Whatc ~ charms ne IN tale or song.
When words descend IKE usWs, uh~oGgnt,
With CLEANS Of deep, enthusiast thought,
And Fancy in her heaven hies free,
They come, my love, they come from thee
O. when thought We gave, of old.
To silver than som" give Ia gold,
4 was sweet TO sit and ponder DER
How should deck our humble bower;
Twas sweet to pull, IN hope, with thee,
The Golden fruit Of Fortane's tree;
And sweyer still to choose and twlns
\ garland for that brow OF thine
A song-wreath which may grace my jean,
While rivers flow, and woods grow green.
At times there come as come there ought,
Grave moments Of scdatcr thought,
When Fortune frowns, nor lends night
One gleam If her ineonstani hght
And Hope, that decks the peasant bower,
Shines Ike a rainbow through the shower
q then see while seated nigh,
A mothers heart shine IN thine eye,
And proud resolve and purpose meek,
Speak of thee more than words can speak.
think this welded wife of mine,
The bert Of all that's not divine.
In another strain are the following heroic lays,
not included in the authors collection.
NAsEBY.
wherefore come We forth in triumph from The North,
With your hands and your feet and your rsIuent all
red
And wherefore do your rout send forth joyons shout
And whence the grapes of the wine-press that ye
tread
o. evil was the root and bitter the fruit
And crimson the juice o the vintage that We trodi
For tranpled the throng OF the naughty and the
strong, -
II was about noon of glorious day Of June,
That We saw their banners dance and their cunasses
And the Man of Blood was there, with his long
senced hair,
And Astey, and Sir Mormaduke, and Rupert of the
Rhine.
Like a servant Of the Lord with his Bible and his
sword.
The General rode along MS to form Us for the fight;
When murmurng sound broke out, and sweed into
shout
Among the goddess horsemen upon the tyran,s right.
And bark like the Of the billow on the shore,
The cry Of battle rises along their charging line;
For God for the Cause for the Church for the
Laws
For Charles, King OF England, and Rupert of the
The furious German comes, with his irampets and his
drums,
HI. brayoes Of Alsatis and pages of Whitehall;
They are bursting Hanksl Grasp your pixies
Close your ranks
For Rupert never comes, but TO conquer, or TO fall.
They are here-,hey rush cn-we are broken-we are
Ouy l.i j. borne before them like stubbe on the blast
o Lord put forth thy might q Lordi defend the
right
Stsnd back to back, in Gods name aud tight 1t to
the last
Stout skppen hath wound-the center hath given
ground.
But hark what means this uanpling of horsemen in
What banner do see, boys 'Tis he thank God
It's he boys,
Bear up another minute Brave Oliver is here!
Their heads -tooping low their pixies all in row:
Like a whirlwind the trees, like deluge on the
dykes
Oar eujrasers have burst on the ranks Of the Accurst
And al shock have scattered the forest oi his pixies.
Fast fact, the gollants ride in safe nook to hide
Their coward heads preestDed tO rot on Temple Bar.
And be-be turns he flies shame 10 those crnel eyes
That bore TO look ontorure and dare not look on war
Ho. comrades scour the plain, and ye strip the
slam,
Firs. give another stab to make the quest secure;
Then shake from sleeves and pockets then broad
pieces and ockets,
The tokens Of the wanton the plunder of the poor.
Fools your double- shone with god and your hearts
were gay and bold,
When you kissed your lily hands to your lemaDs to-
And tomorrow shall the fox from her chambers in the
rocks
Lad forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey
Where be your tongues, that late mocked at heaven
and he'll aud fate
And the fingers that once were 20 busy with your
blades
Your perfumed satin clothes your catches and your
o6ths
Your .tage-pIeys and your sonnets your diamonds
and your spades
Down down forever down, with the mi,re and me
crown,
With the Beal Of the Court, and the Mammon OF the
Pope,
There is woe in Oxford ais, there u wall in Durham
stalls; .
Tie Jesuit smites his bosom, the Bishop reDds ms
cope.