The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1860-12-21
VOL. Xu.-NO. 81.
A REMARKABLE SPIRITUAL POEM.

THE following striking poem was recited by Miss
Lizzie Doten, spiritual trance speaker, at the close OF
recent lecture in Boston. She professed to give inn
promp.u, so far she concerned, and to speak
under the direct influence of Edgar A. Poe. Whatever
may be the truth about its production the poem is in
several respects remarkable Miss Doten is ap.
parently incapable OF originating such poem. If it
was written for her by else, and merely
mi.ted memory and reced by her, the poem is
erheess wonderful as reproduction of the singular
music and ALTERATION Of Poes style. and manifest
ing the same intensity feeling.l
From the throne of life eternal,
From the home of love supernal,
Where the angel feet make music over all the
starry floor
MOrtals, have come to meet you,
Come with words of peace to greet you,
And to tell you of the glory that is mine for
eyermOre.
Once before found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but to catch some echo from that ever.
opening door;
Then 1 seized his quickened being,
And through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning inspiration in fiery food
to pour
Now come more meekly human,
And the weak lips of a woman
Touched with fire from off the altar, not with
burnings as of yore,
But in holy love descending,
With her chastened being blending,
l would fill your souls with music from the
bright celestial shore.
As one heart yearns for another,
As child turns to it's mother.
From the golden gates of glory, turn to the
earth once more,
Where drained the cup of sadness,
Where my soul was stuDg to madness,
And life's bitter, burning billOws, swept my
burdened being DER.
Here the harpies and the ravens,
human vampyres-SOrdid cravens,
Prayed upon my soul end substance till l
writhed in anguish sore;
Life and then seemed mismated,
For felt accursed and fated,
Like restless, wrathful spirit, wandering on
the Stygian shore.
Tortured by nameless yearning,
Like frost fire, freezing, burning,
Did the purple, pulsing life-tde through its fe.
vered channels pour,
Till the golden bowl-Life's token
Into shining shreds was broken,
And my chained and chating spirit leapt from
out its prison door.
But while living, striving, dying,
Never Gid my soul cease crying;
''Ye who guide the fates and furies, give oh
give me, implOre,
From the myriad hosts of nations
From the countless consultations
One pure spirit that can love me-.one that /,
too, can adore ~
Through this fervent aspiration
Found my fainting soul salvation,
Fer, from out its blackened firecrypts, did my
Quickened spirit soar; ~
And my beautiful ideal IS
Not too sanity to be real a
Burst more brightly on my vision than the
fancy formed LenOre.
Mid the surging seas she found me,
With the bilows breaking round me,
love upbore; y
Like lone one, weak and weary, a
Wandering in the midnight dreary, g
On her sinless. sanity bosom brought me to-
the heavenly shore. -
Like the breath of bosoms blending,
Like the prayers of saints ascending,
Like the rainbOws seven-hued glory, blend our
souls forevermore.
Earthly love and lust enslaved me,
But divinest love has saved me,
And know now. first and only, how to love
and to adore.
Oh, my mortal friends and brothers, !
We are each and all an0thers,
And the soul that gives most freely from its
treasure hath the more.
Would you lose your life, you find it;
And in giving love, you bind it,
Like an amulet of safety, to your heart forever
more!