The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1868-05-09
POETRY.
TO ONE IN HEAVEN.

tGeorge d. PrenticS-himsolf ono Of the mos
giited of the American bards-thinks that no liV
ing poet eau surpass the gracefulness and beaut
Of tho following lines from the muse Of AmeliG
They arc exceedingly beautiful
Pale star. that with thy soft, sad light
Came out upon my bridal eve,
have song to sing tonight,
Before thou tak'st thy mournfal leave.
Since then so softly time hath stirr'd,
That months have almost seemed like hours
And am like little bird
That's slept too long among tho flowers,
Aud, waking, sits with wavclcss wing,
Soft singing mid the shades Of evenj
But oh, with sadder heart sang
sing of one who dwe!ls In heaven.
The winds are son, the clouds arc few,
And tendercst thought my heart beguilcs,
As floating up through mist and dew,
The pale young moon comes out and smiles
And to the grecn rcsoundng shore
In silyery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all tho ocean dimpled DER,
Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud
And star on star, all son and calm.
Floats up yon arch serensly bluei
And, lost to earth and stepped In balm.
MY spirit floats in ether too.
Loved one though lost TO human sight.
feel thy spirit clinging near,
As softly as feel the light
That tremblss through tho atmosphere;
As in some temples holy shades,
Though mute the hymn and hush'd the prayer
solemn awe the soul peryades,
Which tells that worship has been there
A breA ;h of incense. lefl alone
Where n. any eenser swung around,
viii thrill the wanderer like u tone.
Who trcads on c., nseerated ground.
] know thy soul for words pf bliss
That stoops awhile TO dwell with me.
Hath caught the prayer / breashed in this,
That a. last might dwell With thee.
] hear . murmur from the seas,
That thrills me like thy spirit sighSi
/ hear voice on every breeze,
That makes to mine lts low replies
A voice ali low ard sweet like thine;
Il gives an answer 10 my prayer.
And brings my soul from hsATen sign
That shall know and meet thee there.
I'll know thee there by that sweet face,
Round which tender halo plays,
Still touched with that expressive grace
That made thee lovely all thy days;
BY that sweet smile that o'er IL shed
4 beauty like the light Of even.
Whose soft expression never fed,
Even when It's soul had Gown to heaven.
I'll know thee by tiss starry crown
That glitters in thy raven hair
oh by these pleased signs alone
I'll know thes iherc-I1l know thee there.
For ah thine eye, within whose sphere
The sweets Of youth aud beauty met.
That swarm In love and sof.ness here,
Must swim in love and soGtness yet.
For ah its dark and liquid beams.
Though sadaened by = thousand sighs,
Were holier than the light that streams
Down from the gates Of Paradise
We're bright and radiant like tho morn,
Yet soft and dsWy like the eve;
Too sad for eyes where smiles arc born.
Too young for ears that learn to grisvs.
wonder If this cool sweet breeze
Hath touched thy lips aud famed thy brow,
For all my spirit hears and sees
Recall thee 10 my memory now
For every hour We breathe apart,
Will bat increase, IL that can be.
The love that fills this little heart.
Already full Of lore for thee;
Yst many q tear these eyes must weep.
And many sin must be forgiven,
Ere these pale lids shall sink TO sleep
Ers thou and shall meet in heaven.