New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1859-06-13

Fate, one by one, their diff rent tasks assigned
To those that were in sorrow left behind
In Western lands, mid scenes of toll and strife,
Two brothers nobly stem the tide of life.
Now, all have left the sacred, dear homestead,
Where our sweet days of youth and childhood fled.
But, till the light of memory departs,
Twill ever be the Mecca of our hearts,
There all is silence now, and empty space
Alone is found, where erst each smiling face,
blissful presence lent, and smiles were given
That gladden. now the angels up in heaven.
Forsaken hearth what joys around thee grew,
What happy dreams, while yet my days were few
But to recount thy joys, should essay,
o, memry whittier woudst thou fondly stray?
Come back my thoughts sadder theme is thine
Than musing cen on joys Of auld lang syne;
For ye must linger where the moses creep
Ger new made graves and mournful willows weep.
One sister sleeps meath more Southern sky;
She sought those balmy breezes but to die.
beneath those blooming bow'rs, SO bright and gay,
her pure young spirit passed in peace away.
Spring fow'rs have bloomed and faded once sine
/ then,
! But her bright form shall never bloom again
In earthly bowers; but in a better land -
| She lives, transplanted by our Fathers hand,
The first was / to kiss her infant cheek
| The first who taught her infant lips to speak;
| My youngest sister, mine in life and death,
And JOY from me went with her latest breath
For when her bright young spirit hence had flown,
My aching heart was then indeed alone;
When to my heart pressed her. cold and STILL
then had died, if grief had power to kill!
Sweet, sainted sister, on thy natal day,
Bright angels then would fain have borne away
Thy sinless soul, but to our earnest prayer,
| G cd hearkened, and awhile thy life did spare
Made thee "a messenger of peace and love -
From that bright realm, where now thou dwelrst
above
A sweet "wellspring Of pleasure " which did flow,
ceaseless fountain, while thou vast below:
And now thou art golden link between,
This life and that mysterious unseen
Existence, which must ere long be
To us the real, as it is to thee
And there's another, on that unseen shore
Whom we shall welcome in this world no more:
Lonely he sleeps within new made grave
Near broad rivers ceaseless murm'ring wave;
Near where dark Missssippi's waters flow,
Where green magnoas and the walnuts grow.
Where blooming fow'rs the air with fragrance fills,
Sleeps in the lovely city of the hills"
There terraced parterres ever may be seen,
And gardens sloping, always fresh and green,
Down to the waters brink. And in those bowers
Floats the sweet perfume Of ten thousand flowers:
The myrtle blooms in rich profusion there,
There bright Mimosa suns her golden hair,
While thro' the long, bright day, on treess wings
From fow'r to fow'r the mock.brd fits and sings,
There too. with graceful skill, the dark.eyed girls
Weave white star fow'rs amid their raven curls,
Which cast fascinating, fairy grace,
About the contour of each lovely face
But there, too, clad in those same yernaI blooms.
Are deaths insignia, monuments, and tombs.
Fair Nature minges strangely there with Art
Bringing sad mem'res to the gazer's heart,
stranger, far from kindred and from home,
Who in this city dwelt, would thither roam,
And oft alone, amid tn unconscious dead.
Full many a rosy, light winged moment fled.
No sinewy, hrsute man was he, youth
whose countenance portrayed love of truth.
whose dark eye cleaned with genius holy fire,
And brilliant hopes did his young heart inspire.
There dreamed he, meath the blushing myrtles
shade,
While round his head the soothing zephyrs PLAYED,
90 pright so sweet, those hours he scarcely knew,
While lingering there, how swift the moments few.
YET dreamed be not of death, he thought that fame
Ere long with glorys light should gild his name.
dreamed not, that written on the cold grave stone,
1t soon would rest unhonored and unknown
And yet his heart not all to earth was given.
his youthful hopes were lifted up to heaven
IN wings OF faith, and in the realms of bliss
lie hoped to live happier life than this.
And now secure, that blissful life he lives
A brighter home than earth her children gives
Is his. And there shall come nor grief, nor gloom,
For bliss immortal doth his soul illumel
sweeter truth the poet hath not sung,
Ihan when twas said whom the gods love die
young.
Bright angels came, and on their wings of love
Bore his young spirit to their home above.
But must weep his doom! o, God! most Just,
How many hopes I've buried in the dust
Then can cease these sorrows to deplore,
While life shall last all, never, never more,
Could forget the joys of former years,
The common tie that kindred hearts endears,
might be happy yet; but mem'ry true
broods Ger the Joys and hopes that once knew.
0, can but remember that the light
Of other days has vanished, and the night
That rests upon my heart can never be
Again dispelled, while life remains to me!
Ny longing soul must ever seek in vain
Those much loved forms, they neer shall come again;
My lonely bark on lfe's dread stream is toss'd
But all that once made life a joy is lost
Thus fade lifes dreams its broken ties shall lie
United only in eternity
Teach me, O. God to bow me to thy will
Say to my hayward heart, peace, peace be still!
Ny early home know can never he
Again dwelling place for mine and me;
Twill neer he said, within that home so dear, ]