Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1861-07-19


ze Doten spiritual trance speaker, at the close Of
cent ectnrein Boston She proessed to give mpromp
to- so far as she concerned aud to speak under h
direct influence Of the spirit Of Edgar A. Poe Whatovo
may be the truth about its production the poem Is in
eral respects remarkable Miss Doten Is apparently
incapable originating such poem. If ft written 70
her by else and merely committed to memoir
and recedb by her. the poemis nevertheless wonderful a
Poes style maniesting the same intensity o feel
ing Whoever wrote the poem must have been exceedingly
familiar with Poe, and deeplyi sympathy with his spirit
Buff Miss Doten Is honest and the poem originated al
she said II did is unquestiouaby the most astonishing
thing that sprtuasm has produced. II does not follow
poem-although we asked to believe great manl
spiritual things less cOgent evdencebut it is ia ans
view Of II that may be aken very singular and mystic
rlous production There in the second verse au
sion to previous poem that purpored to come from the
and attracted much attention. but the following poem
Of higher order, and much more like Poe than this
other.-SPriHgfsd Republican.
From the throne Of life eternal,
From the home OF love supernal,
Where the angel feet make music all the starry floor
MortNls, have come to meet you
Come with words Of peace TO greet you,
And to tell you of the glory that is mine forevemore.
Once before found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but to catch echo from that opening
door;
Then Iseized his quiekened being,
Aud through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning inspiration in frey food to pourl
Now come more meekly human,
Aud the weak lips off woman
Touch with from OF the alter not With burnIngs as
yorei
But in holy love descending
With her chastened being blending,
would gil your souls with music from the bright celes
tial shore.
As one heart yearns for another,
Ass child turns to its mother,
From the golden gates of glory turn to the earth
more,
Where drained the cup ofsadness,
Where my soul was stung to madness,
And ls bitter burning billOws swept my burdened be
ing DER.
Here the harpies and the ravens,
Human vampyres-sordid cravens
Preyed upon my soul and substance till writhed In
guish sore;
Life and then seemed mismated,
For l felt ascursed and fated,
Like restless, wrathful spirit wandering the stygar
shore.
Tortued by nameless yearning,
Like frost-hre, freezing burning,
Did the purple pulsng fede through its fevered chan
nels pour,
Till the golden bowl-Le's token
Into shining shardswas broken,
And my ehafed and chahng spirit eapt from out prison
door.
Butwhile living, striving, dying,
Never did my soul cease crying:
aye who guide the fates and fures, gvel OH give me,
implore,
From the myriad hosts of nations
From the countless consultations
One pure spirit that love that /, too cal
adore"
Through this fervent aspiration
Found my fainting soul salvation,
For from out its blackened re.cyps did my quckenet
spirit soar;
And my beautifulideal-
Not too sanity to be real
Burst more brightly my vision than the fancy formed
Lenore
Mid the surging she found me,
With the pillows breaking round me,
And my saddened sinking spirit in her of love up
bore;
Like a lone one, weak and weary,
Wandering in the midnight dreary,
On her snliss sanity BOSOM brought to the heavenly
shore.
Like the breath OF blossoms blending,
Like the prayers of saints ascending,
Like the ranbows sevenhued glory blend souls for
evermore,
Earthly love and lust ensaved me,
But diyinest love hath saved me-
And know now, first and only how to love and to adore
Oh, my mortalfricnds and brothersI
We each and all another's
And the soul that gives freely from its treasure hal
the more
Would you lose your life, you find it;
And in giving love, you bind it,
Like an amulet of safety to you heart forevermore