Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-10-08

And then the passion'd bosom's swell
Would ope affections deepest cell,
Where dwelt the spirit of the dove,
And lot the guileless stranger roam
To the wild woods and murm' ring rills,
And lowland wales, and rocky hills,
In half ppressed-unuttered groan.
Upon that senseless youth she gaz'd-
The guileless spirit Of the wild;
For she was Natures gentlest child,
Whose heart had meier withpassion blaz'd
But something tinkled through her veins,
Not much unlike tn electric shock,
When the fire-horse has loos'd his reins,
And bounding leaps from rock to rock.
/" lie lives - she scream'd-h heavy breatl
Came gushing from the gates of death,
And the dull film that seald his eye
Like dim shadow pass'd away;
While through his parted lips sigh
Burst from its tenement of clay.
OH what ecstatic joy to see
One saved from Deaths remorseless grasp
When the dark angel fain would clasp
| Ills victim for eternity
| 'Tis then the full soul bursts its chain,
Flooding with bliss the human heart,
! And heals the wound-the sorrow--pain-
The wranklings of afiction's smart.
Such feelings llll'd PoLIKA's breast,
While oft she bathed his dropping head;
And many times-perchanc to rest
| (0h! Heaven, what man was e'er so blest !,
/ She lean'd him 'gainst her form half dead.
At length, in silver tanes, his'voice
Burst like sweet music on her ear,
| And as she bent the words to hear,
Down her bronze cheek the briny tear,
Coursing, forbid her tongue rejoice
But still she bent above his form,
And caught the cadence of his breath,
As only half released from Death,
4 Life flercely battPd with the storm.
With gentle hand she minister'd
| Unto his wants and when no more
Ills looks, or blandest glance inferrd
That he had drawn upon her store
OF patience, she would sweetly smile
Part his long locks with artless guile,
And gaze upon the pallid face
That bore no features of her race.
She built wigwam by the stream
That gently kiss'd the flow'ry dell,
But here, perchance, no tongue can tell
The tide of love that rose and fell
Within that cots romantic dream.
oLooKA gave the youth his hand;
,u,,,.,. Frioudebip in tbp solitude
OF one mans heart-where none intrudc
To moot deceptions two-edg'd brand.
A welcome to the woods and hills
Was all oLooKA had to give,
Except cot wherein to live,
Begirt with groves and murm' ring rills,
1t was lovely spot indeed,
Where vines in many festoon hung
On oaks whose branches widely flung
Their arms DER herbage passing sweet
Where oft the eye might fowrets meet
Instead of scandals noxious weed.
Twas here the Pale Face, taught to love,
Pass'd many happy hour away
With his PoLlKA-gentlest dove
The brightest spirit of the gay.
/ No jealous eye their actions saw
| No fathers frown to stamp with awe
No lynx-ey'd mothers marriage schemes
! Fer broke the pleasure OF their dreams
But love unfetter'd frank and free,
4 Wrapt their warm souls in ecstacy.
The Pale Face wood the Dark-eyed maid
From her sweet cottage in the wild,
Where nature never lovelier smil'd
onsylvan haunts where man has stray'd;
But he secured better home,
/ Though not so lovely-nor so fair;
Yet they were happy-for the air
| Bore balmy love upon its wing,
And ev'ry joy from pleasures spring
| Sent sorrow to the wilds to roam.
oLooKA, here, lived out his days,
In love, and pray'r, and song of praise,
While prattling boys around his knee
Sent up their shouts Of merriest glee.
| The Pale Face and his wildwood bride
Lived happily for many years
No sorrow dimm d their eyes with tears,
Till death had laid them side bp side.
No costly marble marks their tomb
There memry points with feeble finger;
But Nature spread her choicest bloom,
To check our steps and make us linger
Where dew-drops fall in sparkling showers,
'Mong herbage green and blooming flowers,
The wild winds chant their holiest song,
When gathers round the shades Of even,
And echoes the sweet notes prolong,
To those bright spirits now in Heaven.