Daily union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1865-1866, 1866-02-18

HoaATI0i
Friend Of my soul =
sTis unto thee speak-ohl hear me thou
Behold this inner breast laid bare,
And ell its mysteries unto thee revealed
Look into the secret chambers Of my soul
with the tinsel upholstery of the twin mockers.
Love and Hope
And thou wilt see lis portals darkened
By 6 night which knows no starr,
And all It's idols overthrowni
This blighted, bruised and broken heart =
Look thou into its shadowy depths,
And tell me wha: thou seest therel
Alasl too truel
l have loved. HoRkTIoi
i HAVE LovED IN vAINi
i asked her il she loved me in return
Ye Eodsi-she answered "Noip
This, this IL the weird mystery of my fate =
The great sEcanup which hath made
WoNAy / have studiedl
have thrown her complex nature into the cru
The indostructible alembic-
With the subtle agency Of new and wonderous
Which she herself hath taught me,
Her characters component elements
Back 20 their primal isolation resolve,
Aye. i can N tell thee which IL combination
Make an angel -
Which q deyili
Mystery Of mysteries unto men al Target
To me an open book read
AZ read the old astrologsr from lonely minaret
Above the Holy City Of the Prophet
AZ read the Chaldean shepherd from the dewy
Tbs horoscope Of man.
Written in NIGHTS inarticulste dialect Of starsi
! have loved her with q most gigantic Lowell
With love whose coolest gush Of passion
A thousand times less COOL
Than Etna's heart Of flame
There was time. HoRATfoi
To the gay, glad hearted twas but yesterday
To the lone and desolate as /.
Long centuries agoi-
When woman's smiles 70 me
We're brighter than q n0oday tropic sun
There was n time, HoRATIoi
To happy hearts but yesterdayi
To wretchos who havo loved-to DO betrayed
The dust Of lingering ages rest upon that dead yet
When woman was mine idol.
And when did breathe but 10 acclaim
The Allelulah f-Io trtumphei-
OF my loyal heart
There was a time, HoRATIoi
Unto those who know not what Il is 70 love
Rrt , weep thst love betrayed, 81 Az
To him who flung his last hope on q word from
woman's lips
And lost the stake!
That time lives in a hoary memory now.
Which then was youngl-
--A time when i,
With more Of faith in woman's truth
Than Brahma's dusky devotees
llaye in their voiceless gods,
Had yielded NJ my very soul to her,
Undoubtins that from her unsullied
IL would go 20 spond eternity in heavenl
That time, HoRATIol
The tender childhood OF trusting heart,
Which woman's treachcry in one brief hour
Hath blasted into age, and driven.
Wan. weary and desolnte,
Upon the Ions shore Of wintry year,
4 naked voyagor wrecked upon an Arctic Isle =
That time. HoRATIoi
10 dead
And Fate hath written on is amaranthine tomb
"NUNQUAM RESURGEREp
Tell me, friend Of my soul.
How distant honoe that nameless star
Which sentinols the furthest outpost Of the planet
And will toll 70 thee
How far | would have trusted woman theNi
Tell me how far
Tie lofliest Of the Chiiisn Andes by It's frozen
And viii ,Iiii tell thee
IL dST I far HI Il i !. Sat hS sn .s,G
bveeter,, whom undoubtins, than tho sweets Of
Or the fiss which seals its first warm vow
On rirlheods crimson lips
Music. HoRlrIoi
That alone Is true and swvet and gladdaning
When Hope u treachery,
Loeo absinthium to the soul
And Life all wsarinesei
Take thy harp. HoRATIol
Give me such strains as GaIlias trumpets brayed
AZ Lodi,
At WaRram,
Or at AesterlitE,
When her bright banner caught brighter beam
OF 6lory's smile in the red jubilee Of Marsl
But let thy strains be slow and measured
In their numbers frsti
Let them increase by gradual scale,
Until the music, like tempest, swoepf
Ny Keeling souli
Then, whom my sunken eyes grow wild.
And thou dostsoo that am dumb In frenzy's iron
grasp,
Then. HoRATfo, pause.
Learned though IN oil languages,
Yea know not the technicalities Of music;
But then III prompt with such M have beard
Upon Her lips-the sweet faHe lips
Whose roses bloomed
-Bloomed aot foe eel
Play onl
Aaddnfcf
PresftsstpoiI
Auegroigf
Pss Allegro M
B~acoi
Bravissimo ~
Pausefff
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