Wabash express. [volume] (Terre-Haute, Vigo Co[unty], Ind.) 1841-186?, 1860-06-27
For the Express.
BURIAL OF THE BEAUTIFUL.
"Itis fearful thing to love what Death may
touch ',-MRs. HEnAEs.

For the Express.
BURIAL OF THE BEAUTIFUL.
at is a fearful thing to love what Death may
touch .''-MRs. HKxAss.
The dsy was fair-ihe bright sun threw
A aood OF golden light, DER all the sea.
proud ship cleared the wild and
watery waste; as II In consciousness OF its
Own strength, e'en dened the kingly seas
And Knocked the dark and swelling waves
That rolled in solemn grandeur at Its
Prov. The blue sky clssped the dim and fast
Receding shore; and ever and anon came floating
Thro' the azure vault, fieecy gold tipped
Cloud; and sea -guils fitted Ger the white
Broad sails, or played and sported in the
Ambient wave-and bathed their snowy
Plumage in the dangerous treaeherous surf.
And many a hopeful heart beat highIn
Fond anticipation of far Of land-and
Jest and song went round--and rang far
Out upon the wild and rolling waves.
And others stood with sadness mingled in the
Farewell view of their bright native land-and
10Th to leave the scene while dim the swim
Rsceding coast was fading from their gaze.
But there were two who trod with slow and
Lingering step the vessels deck, and gazed
Out dreamily, upon the dark expanse of
Waters; and ever and anon they stopped to
Speak some kindly cheering word. And beauty IS
signet sat on either brow, and ny the bold
nd fearless mien, and quick and flashing
Eye, you there might readi one the
Proud Commander Of the noble ship;
The other was gentle girl-fair, slight and
eautiful. The dark and glossy hair was
/ de1 han ID nd a
Head, which rested In confding gentleness
Upon the manly shoulder; and as he bent with
Anxious thought and gazed into the star'lit
Upturned eye, watcb hing the crimson spot
That glowed in either cheek, ye might
Have read Brothsr's love as with tender
Grace the manly form upheld the gen
Girl, e'en as the sturdy oak, supports
Clinging ivy--They stood alone-the lost
Ones OF "a proud and noble race--And
Death had set his seal upon her fair
Young brow--but Hope beamed In his eye
\ Por he was bearing her away to skeeka
Warmer world, milder cline, with the
One foad hope lighting up his heart, that
Tho soft air and sunny sky might bring
New life into the ore he loved. She was
The idol of his soul-the life-dream OF
His destiny. The one lone being on whom
Eli, yearning heart had layished Its deep wealth
OF lo,e-And she must die Must die
Long ere another moon shall pour its
silver food upon the sea--nays passed
The proud ship moves DER Southern Seas
And fair and verdent islands meet the
View on either side, as son perfumes are
Borne from isle TO isle: and many an eye
Glowed in enthusiasm at the scene, as some
Lone barQue came dancing DER the waves,
But the soft air and sunny sky brought
No new hope unto Loves weary heart The
Languid step was heard no more upon the
Vessels deck. Time heda pace. Thes
Has sunk behind the rolling wave-and
Twilight fingers DER the waters blue.
No more shall her bright eyes gaze forth
Upon yon cloudIess sun. Lowly upon
eouch the gentle LADY rests as If in
Sleep, when slow and faint the dark eyes ope
And gaze around dreamily, as II in search
OF ething, until they rest on him, the one
Beloved OF all the earth. The pale
Lips move as if they fain would speak
Some parting word, and a low murmur
OF Farewell, my brother, )" comes ina
Gentle whisper from the dying lips.
IT'S done! thy bitter sting is past, o, DEATH
And thus she died-"sAs died on whom
His lone devotedness was cast.n The music
or the vol ce he loved is stilled forever;
The bright, the starlit eye is closed. The
Long dark hair is coiled around
Brow OF Death; and there beside her couch
He sat. No tear believed his burning eye;
His heart was broken-snd ST atue-like
He sat and chated the cold and cIayey
Hand. And when the stars looked
Down In their calm stole beauty
Ger the sea, ne slowly rose and with
Wan face, haggard and bloodshot eyes,
He went from out the chamber of the
Dead, as one goes forth in a deep and
Troubled dream, and paced the deck
Beneaththe midnight sky.
Obi none can tell the bIank-the woe
The utter void, that fills our very being
When Death robs us of all we love;
And in his agony he prayed that he
Might dis-and felt that Death in any
; Form would be a sweet deliv erance.
But long and bitter is the woe ere grief
May find a grave. Three days elapsed
Three days OF bitter agony, and then they
Nearedthe port. Grey morning dawned
Upon the waters dim, as sad they bore
Her to her place Of rest.
1t was a lovely spot-a grove Of palm
Trees, ever vernal, waved their broad foliage
Above a low, bright sanded shore, and
Cast their shadows In the bay, whose waters
Rippled in a murmur long the beach, and
Kissed the white sea shells that cleaned
Amid their sands. And there they laid her,
Mid the dark dim shades, where orange
Flowers ever blow above her tomb;
And he, the brother, turned from her
> Low urn and wandered forth upon
Life's weary pilgrimage-a lonely,
Broken hearted man.
: MALLIE STAFFORD.
WOODLAND DELI, June 1, 1850.