The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1865-05-13

nnhlished in Dublin, aud devoted to the
sause OF Irish Independence. 1t contuins
4 great deal OF vigorous writing in
pFose and poetry: but nothing has ap-
~ excellence the following poem:
INTHE WORK HOUSE.
THE HOSPITAL wAKD-rlxE, 1854.
Seven and sixty years to-day; seven and
sixty years;
And ali the lilies, I know, are breaking
thro' the meres;
Lakes that simmer and sleep in tremu-
lous golden bars;
Half the water is heaven, and ali the lilies
are stars.
All thro' the weary morn the minutes |
brought me reprooi,
lheard the swinging bell, and the lark's /
voice over the roof,
saw the duskv sun stream in through the |
parted doors,
And heard the passing OF feet in the ghast-
~ corridors.
Themaster came and Went, a smile on his
grisly face,
A nosegay fresh in his coat jHeaven, .
aiiower in this placeo
He fumed, be jabbered, he putfed, moving
between the stools,
Raving, as guess, OF regulations and
rules.
call her mere,
lcouid see the round OF her chee!s--thc tip
Of her pearly ear;
Gaily sne shock a world OF cprls, dancing
them over iler nerk.
Ste carried L slate and pen aud wrole a. the
masters beck.
Who and whence is Saraa?-Ah. how my
heart beats " lid J!
Is SD. Ii pauper fcund!ing, or is she that
Saltan child?
Does she feed with the rabble, breaking the
common bread
On platierel board. just two feet broad,
the matron at the mead?
VI.
Would that for your sake, Sarah, mad a
mine Of wealth,
Would that for your sake, darling, God
would bless me with health.
Hoon would we fly these dreary walls, leav-
ing them far behind,
For sunny fields where cowslips blow, and
the violet's in the wind.
VII.
Little one, pass me nearer. Delicate work
house Ruth,
O6AlkyS Oc0utsAoI PicSCoSSD ANuAinO00
IL OF youth!
Breathe on inc, tender being, whose folded
wings are spanned
With vulgar serge aud horrible check, -ed
with the work-house brand.
Wiz
All THO the weary iucrning the lark sung
over the root.
Swang the bell, and the minutes brought
me bitter reprooi
Whv shnnlN lia hera Sarah shar;nv a
pauper's dole,
The Union stamped on my coverlet, the
Union yoked to my souH
II.
! had children rs fair as you tell me where
IRE they gomez
Where is my Nelly, my daughter; where
u Michael, my sonf ~.
Nelly's song would snare the robin Mich
sel was 1.-THE and tall
You ehou!d sec him hurlt tho bar over the
twelve foot WALL
Hs was the finest fellow that ever wrestied
q fair,
Brown lie vas, and the chesnuts stood
clustering in his hair.
Dearly he loved his sister; he almost doat-
Cd on me;
God b With them t!.is morning; both are
over the eco.
Over the sea, my darling; they could mol
lssv the great ship Getting red in the eve
ming glow;
Az nef canvas was crimson, ana, vsnSn-
Ing out Of sight,
Straight she sailed right into tho sun-wav-
ertng shad0w aud light
lseyer knew how ioved them, never till
returned.
The dying spark OF our latest Gre in thu
following shadow burned:
Ooeang over the embers, dreampf Of par
lab ing ships
apaut on my lips.
XIII.
twas but querulous fancy; yet should
70 70 the six-paned window, and gas'
ABROAD ut the skies;
pecp In the fell there gathered the rivulet''
twisted .rin,
And the shspeless fog of autumn was roll
ing over the farm.
and torn,
btSeamed like n vast nroression hotu eer
M the night and lncrn..
lucy clamoersd here TO q roaring cliff
mere 70 y vast lagoon,
ana WIKI the rock and The water sudden
ly looked the moon.
ael IL dead
A saw W. the two, tell you, as sure as lie in
\ snapped the mist, and their faces broaden
ed out of gloom,
a e.o:sei = the h,sh' .h,a .p came the sun and
~ XVI.
1s'i me. me- i tas Nelly 'sAlng; tell mo il Mich
by my bed, As' "''N
'eaa.ne .;ne = long, long let.sr, that often men.
% y 0amef ~.o s'sloe wv