Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1860-11-23

Ter Of those meodious and spiritual lyrics which
occasionally end their way into the Home Journal from
the soul ofJANEs @. CLARR and which rendering the
name this author dear 20 the lovers Of true poetry
Mr.. CLARK we may remark, in parenthess, will accom-
pany the celebrated ossIAN e. DopaE in concert tour
during this winter. The two make combination Of mu-
sical and literary talent hard TO beat.
I LEONA.
ny JAMES O. OZARK.
Leona, the hour draws nigh,
The hour we've awaited 80 long,
For the angel to open door through the sky,
That my spirit may break from ss prison, and try
It's voice in an infinite song
Just now, as the siumbers of night
Game DER me with peacc-giying BREATH
The curtain half-lifted, revealed to my sight .
Those windows which look on the kingdom Of light
That borders the river Of death.
And vision fell solemn and sweet,
Bringing CLEANS Of morningt land;
l saw the white shore which the pale waters beat,
And heard the low lull they broke at their feet
Who walked on the beautiful strand.
And wondered why spirits should cling
To their clay with struggle and sigh
When lifes purple autumn is better than spring,
And the soul flies away like sparrow, to sing
In climate where leaves never die.
Leona, come close to my bed,
And lay your dear hand my brow;
The same touch that blessed me in days that aed,
And raised the lost roses of youth from the dead,
Can brighten the brief moments now.
We have loved from tiie cold world apart,
Aud your trust was too generous and true
For their hate oerthrow; when the slanderers dart
Was ranking deep in my desolate heart,
Twas dearer than ever to you.
thank the Great Father for this.
That our love is not lavshed in vain;
Each germ, in the future, will blossom TO bliss
And the forms that weove, and the lips that we kiss,
Never shrink at the shadow ofpan.
BY the light of this am taught
That my labor is only begun; -
In the strength of this hope have struggled and fought
with the egons ofwrong, tin my armOr has caught
The CLEAN of Eternitys SUM-
Leona, look FORTH and behold,
From headland, from hillside, and deep,
The day-king surrenders his banners of gold,
The twilight advances thro' woodland and void,
And the dews are beginning to weep.
The moons silver hair lies uncurled
Down the broad breasted mountains away;
Ere sunsets red glories again shall be furled
On the walls of the vest the plains Of the world
l shall rise in limtless day.
Igo, but weep not DER my tomb,
Nor plant with frail flowers the sod:
There is rest among too sweet for its gloom,
And life where the lilies eternally bloom
In the bam-breathing gardens Of God.
Yet deeply those memories burn
Which bind me to you and to earth,
And sometimes have ho't that my being would yearn
In the bowers of its beautiful home to return,
And visit the home Of its birth.
'Twould even be pleasant to stay,
And walk by your side to the last;
But the land breeze of heaven is beginning to play
Iife's shadows are meeting eternty's day.,
And its tumult is hushed in the past
Leonn, good-by; should the grief
That is gathering now, ever be
Too dark for your faith you win long for relief,
And remember, the Journey tho lonesome, is brief,
Over lowand and river to me-