The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1860-12-21
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A REMARKABLE POEM.

| The following striking poem was recited b.
Miss LiIrie Doten, q Spiritual trance speaker
at the close OF recent lecture In Boston. Sh
professed to give it impromptu, so far as sh
was concerned, and to speak under the direc
influence Of the spirit Of Edgar A. Poe. What
ever may be the truth about its production, thu
poem is in several respects remarkable one
Miss Dotsn is apparently incapable Of orgina
ting such poem. IL il was written for her b,
some one else, and merely committed to mem
ory and recited by her. the poem is neverthe
less wonderful as reproduction Of the singu
manifesting the same intensity Of feeling
Whoever wrote the poem must have been er.
ceedingly familiar with Poe, and deeply In
sympathy with his spirit. But II Miss Doten
is honest, and the poem originated as she says
1t did, 1t is unquestionably the most astonish'
Eng thing that Spiritualism has produced. II
does not follow, necessarily, in that case, that
Poe himself made the poem-although We are
asked to believe great many spiritual things
on less cogent evidence but il Is in any view
Of il that may be taken, very singular and
mysterious production. There Is in the second
verse an allusion to previous poem that pur-
ported to come from the spirit Of Poe, which
was published several years since, and attract
ed much attention. but the following poem Is
Of higher order and much more like Poe than
the other.-Springfsid Republican.
From the throne Of life nternal,
From the home Of love supernal,
Where the angel feet make music over all the star
ry floor
Mortals have come TO meet you,
Como with words Of peace to greet you.
And to tell you Of the glory that is mine forever
more.
Once before found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but 70 catch some echo from that ever.
opening door;
Then selzod his quickened being,
And through all his inward seeing.
Caused my burning inspiration in a fiery food to
pOur'
Now come more meekly human,
And the weak lips OF woman
Touch with fire from of the altar, not with burn
ingsa us Of yore,
But in holy love descending,
With her chastened being blending,
lwouli nIl your souls with music from the bright
celestial shore.
As one heart yearns for another.
Asa child turns to its mother.
From the golden gates Of glory turn to the earth
once more,
When drained the cup OF sadness,
Where my soul was stung to madness.
.,s itns,s hi,,sr hurni-g hiiinwS swant nv bur
denod being DER.
Here the harpies and the ravens,
Human yamplres-sordd craycns,
Proved upon my soul and substance till writhcd
in anguish sores
Life and then seemed mismated,
For felt accurscd and fted,
Like restless, wrathful spirit, wandering on the
stygian shore.
Tortured by nameless yearning.
Like frost-are, frcering, burning,
Did the purple, pulslns le-tde through Its fevered
channels pour,
Till the Golden bowl-Lifcs token
Into shining shards was broken,
Then my chained and chalng spirit leapt from out
its prison door.
But while living, striving, dying,
Never did my soul cease crying
"ye who guide the fates and furles, give oh, give
me, implore,
From. the myriad hosts Of nations
Prom the countless consultations,
Cne pure spirit that can love me-one that l. too'
can sdorc!"
Through this fervcnt aspiration
Pound my flintlng soul salvation,
For, ftom out Its blackened hre-crypt', did my
quickened spirit soari
And my beautiful IDEAL
Not too sanity to be real
Burst more brightly ON my vision than the nney'
formed Lenore.
MID the sursing seas she found me,
With the billows breaking round me.
And my saddened sinking spirit In her arms ofioVe
upbOre,
Like lone one, weak and weary,
Wandering in the midnight dreary.
On her sinlcss, sanity bosom, brought me to the
heavenly shore.
Like the breath OF blossoms blending.
Like the prayers OF saints ascending,
Like the ranbcw's seyen.hued glory, blend orh
souls fbreyermorc.
Earthly love and lust enslaved me,
But dynist love hath saved me,
And know now, first and only, how to love and 10
adore.
oh, my mortal friends and brothers!
We are each and all another's.
And the tou that gives most freely from Its treas
ure hath the more.
Would you lose your life, you hnd III
And In giving love. you bind II,
Like an amulet Of safety, to your heart forever.
more.