Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-05-03
THE DAILY PRESS.
m PoPY5 10 SfRs. JAMESON.


.qtTA,. ,.,, written yeais ago 70 Mrs. Jameson by
xuAto, aIl.ton the artist to express the pleasure
s.hsa rcelved nom reading her Didrvof an Ennnyee
~. ~. believe never appeared in print, and is
n,y interesting from tho recent death Of that dis
tneuishod authoresu.l ..
sweet, gentle sybili would l had charm,
Fen while the spell upon my heart Is warm,
10 waft my spirit 10 thy far-off dreams;
That giving form and melody TO air.,
Rs1orS thee Shout and toss their starry Streams
Flushed with the living light which youth alone
Sheds, like the fash from heaNen-that straight is
gone.
For thou hast walked, as-from the sleep Of years,
No not the memory, with her hopes and fears,
But cen the beating, bonndngl present youth;
Which having seen-no eye the second time b.
As n Il psre NOT in the world Of strife, ..
Save to the first deep consciousness Of life.
And yet by thy sweet sorcery is mine
Agaln the same fresh heart--.een fresh as thine,
As when entranced saw the mountain kings,
Rise ere the sun,-tne while theif crowned heads
Flashed With his thgusand heralds' golden wings,
oekd On tSer rms Min irppns smiles
Zen in thy freshness, do sec thee rise
Bright, peerless Italyl thy gorgeous skies,
Thy lines Of harmony, thy nameless hues,
As 'twsre by passing angels sportiye dropped
From flowers Of paradise, but newly cropped,
Still bathed and glitteriug with celestial dews;
soc thee; and again what visions H,, as, rss,s'
Called up by thee, as in magic glaAs! OIL
Again I feel the Tuscan zephyrs brush
MY youthful brow-and see them laughing rush.
As II their touch another sense had given,
Swfft DER tho dOdgng grgss like living things,
In myriads gancing from their hickerng wings
The rose md azure Of their native heaven
And now they mount, and through the sullen green
OF the dark laurel dart silyery sheen.
OH now as once, pure playmates Of the soul,
Bear me as then, where the white biOws roll
OF yon ethereal ocean, fixed above.
How touching thus from this O'erhanging sea,
To look upon the world now moro to me,
Grows my heart, than when its pleasures press,
And throng me round, as one whom they would bless
This Is thy voice, kind naturcl in the heart,
Who loves thee truly loves thee not apart
From his own kind; for in thy hunblest nook
There lives an echo TO some unborn thought,
Akin to man, hs Maker, and his lot
Nay, who has found not in his bosom lurk
Some stranger feeling, far remote from earth,
That still through earthly things awaits birth!
OH thus to me, be thou still minstrant;
Stitl Of the "UnverBal Love- dessant,
That all things find, thus visible in thee;
The type and register Of what man was
Before sin thralled him, substituting laws
That fain from suffering would his spirit free.
Nay more be Hope the souls sure prophecy
OF lost, regained, primeyal harmony.
And now to thee, fair sybii, would l turn,
But how to say farewell may not learn.
We part, but not forgetting we have mot;
May that sweet sadness thou so we'll dost feign,
To thee be ever teigned-be but the strain
To which tho happy soul doth often set
Her happiest mOOds-fOr Joy and sadness dwell
As neighbOrs In the heart. And now farewell