Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1860-03-13
BIZ The MILITARY EDITOR OF THE PATRIOT.

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BIZ THE MILITARY EDITOR OF THE PATRIOT.
All once but now no longer Of the swordI
I've seen my bright steeI's glorious sway depart;
No more may War a wiIderlng JOY afford,
For gentle Love reigBs in my captive hearth
He h0 6ares look on thine Imperiaa brow,
Crowned Wit. the beauty Of Italian stars,
AT ouce forgets Ambilion's lofty vow,
Breathed at the shrine Of iron-crested MarsI
Inspired by Thee, sometimes touch the Tyre,
To link with love tile music Of thy name,
And Ope the iOod-g4te of that sea Of fire
WHICH makes th.s breast Paradise Of flannel
An EdeD-Iand, by Loves light feet unirod,
Til thy ~arm smiles like sunshine DER ii shone,
Where Eros rvigDs 4 crowded AID sc"Ptered god,
With Thee the Power behind his golden thronei
II. who, with love a thousand hearts might warm,
Hoards all his wealth Of passion uEexpressed,
Lest Scorn should gather like trOpic storm,
To break in ruin DER his suuddering breast,
Feels all and more the doomed PronetiI felt.
When cbaineu upon the euld Cauc issian height,
Where wintry SHOWS summer suns could melt,
And lingering ears were Ieaden IN their fight
Then, hear me, sweetestl-bid me not be dumb
No spell Of silence fling thou oer my Tyre,
For Loves wild flame in silence would become
The hooking splendor Of Hopes funeral pyreI
Oh, hear me, sweetl-lst thy unsuIed soul
Drink in the VOWS breathe IN song /. thee,
And thou wilt DER my supPlIlBt spirit roll
A tide OF rapture bOuudless as the seal
With passion scorned and vows rejected, can
The soul find joy ia earthly objects morer
Ali, thea Famc's siren voice sounds drearIer than
1.-The Wolf lone howl from OnaIaskas shorep'
And darkness brOVds DER ali lies brighter things;
The skies seem fretted but VITA spark ks from hell;
Hope pale and nuttering, troops nerveIess Wigs
sweet Harmonic drops her broker SHELF
To say love thee-t were idler far
10 say the nooH-day suu is warm and bright,
Or that the splendOr . Yen moon and star
Doth Ieni glory TO the dreaming night
Idler to y thy beauty is divine,
That Eden slumbers in thy gentle eyes;
OF that within those diInped arms of thine,
Lies all the poet dreams of ParadiseI
For by al lOUe thee is no more expressed
Ny SOULS wild sea OF pa sion ali unclaimed
Than pleasure" paints the rapture OF the blest,
Or pain" describes the torture Of the damnedi
so madiy do love thee, that If ali
The CROWDS and scePtres of the earth were mine
Too gladly would see them INTO ashes fall,
10 catch one whisper from those lips u Lhinei
II / without thee could fore'er be blessed
And with thee shOu Id forever more be cursed,
With eager arms I'D cllsp thee 70 my breast,
And smile in scJrn u sec Fate do her worstI
For dread OBJ at my feet should lay
The golden wealth of all the Indian isles,
I'D east the heap Of glitLering dust away,
To live one moment in thy heavenly smiesI
Full Oft Pve known, through all ife's buried years
Heartaches that fingered, pleasures winged too fast
Bright dreams unfinished, hopes dissolved IN tears,
Aud gFiefs that slowly joys that swiftly passed;
But since my soul, borne by unerrng Fate,
Sought out thine lind its Alden there
Life Is alt rapture, ami in vain / wait
To- know one moments interlude OF carei
PEKIS, 1859.