Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1863-11-11
For the State Sentinel.


wss happy once! Nv stream % lie ran
Smoothly IN, and h 10. lmpii ripplss
Danced along, meek eyed pc, with brow 30 fair,
Threw flowers upon IT. waves co tentment, like
grbte spirit 5 OOd upon u. banks
AID beck on.d ever to walks serene.
Ny heart had long heen hu>hed io discorcs that
The noi,y world once rung upon my ears;
Ambition had flung away. anu longed
Alone for quis;ude. had tasted fame,
And Knew its voice wa> hollow a. the tomb.
Dor me tue arch OF glory spanned a hill
Whose top bald and sere, and from whose base
The sunbeams had forever been di.peed
Ny harp. whose notes hal been praised was laiS
Aside, and had been tuneless long.
Thee then. and thou did,t nash upon my path
Like joy newborn. From that hour my life
Had changed New hopes that seemed 20 come direct
From Paradise sprung up in my heart and smiled
With angel lips upon future bright
With Joy. 1hyseif grew all the world 10 me,
Thy timid glance more than heaven; thy voice
music sweetsr thar seraph's hymn.
The highest joy knew was IN thy smile.
The greatest bliss, thy kind regard.
How changed sgain Thou has, smile upon
Thy lip to greet me now kindly giance
or even recognition; no friendly voice
To speak word Of even common courtesy;
Thy heart, 1t seems. i adam mt, a. ice.
And would sees to know the mystery
or the chaugei on have essay ed to win
Thee back % what thou vast, that might learn
The reason Of tins stranl eness. But months have
Passed AMI find thee still the same irnpaSsive,
Cold and peerless thing. me INV etchednessi
Nomore Tor me canst shine auoih'r star
OF love. The one that thou dds light has set
Upon an ori,less night, and left no ray
Along its track 10 gid tue deepening gloom.
And my stricken heart is sad. Thou hast turned
It's sunniest chambers 20 funeral urn,
Where lies the dust OF all the hopes that once
Made III. Joy, and existence poetry.
And sorrow comes, and like weeping mother
Ger her buried child she leans upon that urn,
Ard in he ashes gathered there she sheds
Her hOsieSi, bItteresi and most sca'ding tears.
oh IL thou diG ~ In; know the mighty love
Thou hat n-pired- the ,trong the deep. the pure
Dtvat on Of this heart Of mine, tw0uld melt
The icy rim that grd thine until
'rwoud yield some gentle drops OF plying rain.
But then know Ills vain dare not hone
That thop wilt beud. Thy pride is strong,
And well might raj 9 a being 10 the skies
Or dag angel down
Then farewell thou,
Aud farewell. too, my broken narp. THOU migAfst
Have walked H. chords 10 more gentle strain:
To tone> per hauce, a Meet aid musical
A. tto-e. IN dreams, some times think are heard
From angels luies u TAR disc But thou
Hast : ruck IL ru civ, and ; strings snapped;
It, r. die ri, and - Ion deSDtr.
Then he ceiorrh let pe re,er riuie
As mute - thine own lps. and e. 70 be
A voicele and ,tringiess tliu. mil
The arm that sweeps ~ NV j. nunIoed with death;
Aud then. may tap, somr angel hand viii tase
II upto be re string ia that SAi realm where ell
l. peace and love.
But must love rhe still.
Ger that. al least, thou can>t NOT have control
The heart where thou dost sit hroued is strong,
And will not yield thee up Thy scorn, thy hate
May chill. hui destroy the love
That thou hast planted IN bleeding breast.