The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1860-12-11
An Alleged Spiritual Poem.

The following beautiful poem was recited by
Miss Lizzie Doten, spiritual medium, ut the
close of recent lecture in Boston. She pro.
fesses to give it impromptu, and under the in.
fluence Of the spirit of Edgar A. Poe. Our
readers will have their own opinion on that
point but it is certainly very good imitation
OF the style of the I" Raven :"
From the throne Of life eternal,
From the home of love supernal,
Where the angel feet make music over all the
starry floor
Mortals j have come to meet you,
Come with words of peace to greet You,
And to tell you Of the glory that is mine forev-
ermore.
Once before found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but to catch some echo from that ever.
opening door;
Then / seized his quickened being,
And through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning inspiration in every fiery
flood to pour!
Now | come more meekly human,
And the weak lips of woman
Touch with fire from off the altar, not with
burning as of yore,
But in holy love descending,
With her chastened being blending,
| would fill your souls with music from the
bright celestial shore.
AS one heart yearns for another,
As child turns to its mother,
From the golden gates of glory turn ] to the
earth once more,
Where i drained the cup of sadness
Where my soul was stung to madness,
And life's bitter burning billow swept my
burlppel bainp ~
Here the harpies and the ravens,
Human yampires-sordid eravens,
Proved upon my soul and substance till with
ed in anguish sore
Life and then seemed mismated,
For felt accursed and fated,
Like a restless. wrathful spirit. wandering Oh
the Stygian shore.
Tortured by nameess yearning,
Like frost-fir freezing burning,
Did the purple, pulsing life-tide through its few
cred channels pour,
Till the golden bowl-Life's token
Into shining shards was broken,
And my chained and chatting spirit leapt from
out its prison door.
But while living, striving, dying,
Never did 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 income, that !,
too, can adoreW
Through this feryent aspiration
Found my faintlng soul salvation,
For, from out its blnckened fire-crypts, did my
quickening spirit soar;
And my beautiful ideal
Not too sanity to be real
Burst more brightly on my vision than the fan
ey-formed Lenore.
Mid the surging seas she found me,
With the billows breaking round me,
And my saddened. sinking spirit in her arm,
Of love upbore
Like a lone one, weak and weary,
Wandering in the midnight dreary,
On her sinless, sanity bosom brought me to the
heavenly shore.
Like the breath Of blossoms blending.
Like the prayers Of saints ascending,
Like tho rainbow's seven -hued glory, blend oul
souls forevermore.
Earthly love and lust enslave me,
But divinest love hath saved me,
And know now. frs, and only, how to love
and to adore.
Oh. my mortal friends and brothers,
We are each and all another's.
And the soul that gives most freely from it,
treasure, hath the more
Would you lose your life, you find it;
And in giving love. you bind it.
Lake an amulet Of safety, to your heart for ev
ermore