The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1859-10-13
WASHINGTON, d. C.
For he National Era.
PLATES WlFE'S DREAM.
BY LOUISE E. vIokRoY.


One hickering tsper's feeble ray
Sireamed through the stately gloom,
When 10 and fro, with gliding tread,
A lady psced the room.
But sorrow brooded in the eyes
With Joy 80 wont 10 beam,
AZ tesrfulIy she unused upon
strange, mysterious dream,
vague, unearthly dream
And, leaning from The easement now,
She hears the wstchmans cry,
And sees the fair Ailantades
Look softly from The sky;
Then, with clasped hands and trembling lips,
She muTmored ienderly,
"Oh, PLATE, would that could feel
That all were well with thee,
Forever wei with thee
Shah awake thee, but 10 pour
This vision in thine ear,
And meet Thy smile, when shall say
know not what fear7
No, slumber on will not break
The rest thou needest So
Though heavy on my heart there lies
The sense of coming woe,
Some new, unfaihomed woe.
"Once more I'll seek my couch, ana hope
That ere the coming day,
These haunting, phantom fears shallbe
Forever fed away"
Her head is ON the pillow pressed,
Her dark eyes closed, and then,
Far through the mystic realms of sleep
Her spirit sirsys again,
Wonderingly s,rays again
And sees the esrIh, all beautiful
As fresh from chaos burst,
and the deep lovely, as The Lord
Moved on its walters first
While man, arrsyed with innocence
IN most biest abode,
Where lengihening shadows sofiIy crepl,
Could walk, and talk with God
Zen with The Eternal God
Aud next she sees, where on that scene
mournful change hath been
For midst the peace OF Paradise
The kdeous form of sin
Had come, in serpent guise, and walked
The element of strife,
And Eden-banished man had dared
To spill the stream of life,
Fen lake his broiher's life.
Then years Of darkness followed years
Ofdsrkness, age on age,
TIL earthly life but seemed TO man
dismal heritage,
But for the hope, by prophets sung,
OF One, whose arm to save
Was mighty, cen TO conquer sin,
And triumph DER the grave,
Could taste, but spurn the grave
Then brightly, brightly, rose star
Star of The heavenly NOM
And misunderstanding words sang SWEEP.
The blessed Babe is born"
The skies grew beautiful, the air
Was swept by angel wings,
A. loFd'ier music, Weakening,
rrocla!med Him King of kings,
Gods Son, and King OF kings
And then she sees a meek-browed man
The plains of Judah tread
His life is love, yet has he not
Wherein TO lay his head;
He beals he sick, besaows the gin
or sight 10 sighIless men,
Has walked the waters, and recalled
The dead 10 life again,
To mortal life again.
Has taught new doctdnes, and proclaimed
The reign or Christ begun,
While Gods own voice has said of him,
my velEbelovtd Son!n
And yet, what scofers round him crowd;
Fen at this hour they cry,
False prophet. vile. blaspheming one.
'Tis time that thou shorldst die,
PLATE, let him die"
She starts, she wakes; this is no dream
My husband, where is he,
Gone, then away my messenger,
And tell him this for me,
With Jesus in thy trial hall,
Who waits his doom fIom thee.
Thou must have nsught 70 do twas 20
Revealed in dreams ID me,
In troubled dreams 10 me.
But Pilates words are written now,
Written beyond recall
While not one voice for Jesus plesds,
In that Sahhedrim hall,
Save thine, o woman in whose dreams
The wondrous vision came;
But blest thou art who in thst hour
Didst own thy Saviour's name,
Thy Saviour's blessed name.