The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1861-04-13

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From the throne Of life eternal, basss
s.qan From the homo Of love supeTnal, ~
Where the angel feet, make, music over all the
szs sssgs! starry foor--os1l ben tsts No tisifi
Mortals have come to meet you, isaai
at;aa Come with worlds Of peace to greet you,
And to tell you Of the glory chat is mine forever.
Once before found . mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal s,il te
Waiting but to catch some echo from the ever
s. 4 r@Ag opening door ~ 81 t,a,f
.aa5 Then l seized his quickening being, -.
And through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning aspiration in q fiery food to
Now come more meekly human, s'1s5
And the weak lips of woman,
Touch with FIRE from eff the altar, not with burn
ings as Of yore,
i But in holy lsve descending, 2af
aa3Rf With her chastened being blending, n
I would fill your soul with mcsic from the bright
T-l5iim celestial shore - n 1880 aflas
As one heart yeans for another,
&c Il As child turns to i.smother, RsazI
From the golden gates of glory turn to the
a5a5f earth once more, ID sg7 ,. eaajasi
81 Where drained the cup of sadness, gi
Where my soul was stung to madness,
And LIES bitter, burning pillows swept my bur-
dened being DER. lfdi !es1 Ba
Here the harpies and the ravens. ~,
Human vannpires-sordid cravens,
Prayed upon my soul and substance till writhed
in anguish sore.
Life and then seemed mismatcd
For l felt accursed and fated,
Like restless, wrathful spirit, wandering on the
- Stygan shore - =
,5J Tortured by nan,eless yearning, e ia.
I'd Like frost-fre freezing, burning, ai
Did the purple, pulsing Iife.tide through in
l fevered channels pour, ~,
5i Till the golden howl--Lfe's token "a
ISL Into shining shards was broken, -
And my chained and chiling spirit leap't from
a1 out its prison door. .iaigo oil
But while living, striving, dying, -.
Never did my soul cease crying:
aye 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 ine-one that too,
can adore !"
Though this fervent aspiration a.5.4 AS
| - Found my fainting soul salvation, .asta
Fer, from out its blackeled fire crypts, did my
| quickened spirit soar; s
| And my beautiful ideal - ~
Not too sanity 10 be real {;
Burns more brightly on my vision than the fan
| cy-f0rmed Lenore .;5gg
Mid the surging seas she found me, g
With the pillows breaking round me, '
And my saddened, sinking spirit, in her arms of
love upbore;
| Like loan 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 the rainbow's seyen.hued glory, blend our
| 'if s7 souls foreverniore. i "a Ira
| ~ Earthly love and lust enslave me,
But divinest love hath saved me,
And know now, first and only how to love and
to adore.
| Oh, my mortal friends and brothers, w.,
n.s We are each and all another's, ~
| And the soul that gives most freely from the
treasure hath the more.
Would you loose your life, you find it;
And in giving love you bid it, aaf
Like an amulet of safely, to you heart, forever
more I! 49,.