New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1864-08-06

Praycr from living source within the VIII
And heating up thro. all the bitter world,
Like fountains ~ sweet water In the sea.
Ksnt him a living soul. This m1iers wife
He said to Miriam thatyou told me Of
Tos shs no fear ihat her'first husband hvesf
Ava y moor sonl ssid Miriam, fear cnowi
II Won could tell her you had seen him dead
WHY, that would be her comfort; and he Lno1s''
40, .he Iord has card me she shall know,
Iweit H,s time and Enoch get himself
uoorning an aims, 10 work whereby TO nve:
Almost 10 all things could he turn has hane.
Cooner no was and carpenter, and wrought
To make the boanen fishing nets. or heiPd
A. Iodinc and unlading the tall barks,
That bruug ht the sfnted commerce OF those uaJ1j
Tbns earnd a scanty living for himself
Vet since he did but labor for himself
Work without hope. there wac not life mt
Whereby the could liyei and as the year
Rord itself round again to neet, the day
When Euoch mad return'd. lsnguOr came
Upon him gentle sickness, grndaaiiy
Weakening the man til he could 10 no more,
Ru, kert tSc house. his chair, and last his bed
And Enoch bore his weakness cheerfuly.
For sure no gludlier does the stranded wreck
See tbro' the gray skirts Of o hitting squat
I'he koat that bears the hope OF lie approach
10 cave the ufc dcspaird of, than he saw
Death dawning ON him, and the close oil all
Tho welcome hour Of release at last comes, and
Enoch having revealed his secret 10 Miriam Lane,
gives her his parting messages.
Il charge You now.
When you shall see her, tell Ler that 1 died
Blessing her. praying for her, loving her;
Save for tho bar between us, loving ber
As when she laid her head beside my own
And telpmy daughter Annie whom say
so like her mother. that my latest breath
Was spent in blessing her aud praying TOR hes.
And tell my that died blessing him.
And say TO Philip that Dlest lin too;
He never meant ns anything but good.
But II my children care 10 see me dead.
Who hardly knew ne living. let them come.
! am their father; but she must not come,
For nv deid fec would yex her aftcr-liie.
And now there is but one Of all my blood
ho
This hair il his; she cut il or and gave H.
And have borne it with me ali tbete years
And thought 20 bear il with me 10 my grave;
But now NV mind IL changed, for SHALL sec lin.
Nv babe in bliss: wherefore when am gone,
TGke give her this. Tor IL may comfort her:
IL VIII moreover be a token 10 her,
That / All he
The natural tenderness which breathes through
the whole of this touching dyl appeals directly :"
the deepest instincts OF the heart, and enrches it
with the noblost elements Of popular effect. Adj
mirable as IL Is in artistic competition and finish,
ii almost makes the reader forget the skill Of It's
execution in sympathy with the universal emotions
Of which it is the inspired interpreter il will give
Mr. Tennyson a new claim to honor and love as tho
poet Of the affections, and summon wider audi
ence even than that which listens deliehtedy to his
wise discoursings on high themes OF speculation,
and enjoys perpetual charm in his consumInatc
mastership of the secrets Of rhythmical melody
The few ramaining pieces in this volume are of
various degrees of merit but its principal intercs.
is absorbed IN the one from which IL takes its title