The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1869-01-08
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A RHMARKABIH POEM.

THE following striking poem was
recited by Miss Lizzie Doten, Spiritu-
al trance speaker at the close of a recent
lecture in Boston. She professed to give
1t impromptu, 80 far as she was con-
cerned, and TO speak under the direct
influence of the spirit OF Edgar A. Poe.
Whatever may be the truth OF its pro-
duction, the poem is In several respects
a remarkable one. Miss Doten is appa-
rently incapable OF originating such
poem. II 1t was written for her by
some one else, and merely committed
to memory and recited by her, the po-
EN- is nevertheless wonderful as a re-
production of the singular music and
ALTERATION Of Poe's style, and as mani
testing the same intensity Of feeling.
Whoever wrote the poem must have
been exceedingly familiar with Poe, and
deeply in sympathy with his spirit.
But IL Miss Doten is honest, and the po-
em originated as she says 1t did, it is
unquestionably the most astonishing
thing that Spiritualism has produced.
1t does not follow necessarily, in that case
thatPoe oehimselfmadeth the poem although
we are asked to believe great many
spiritual things on less cOgent evidence
but it Is in any view Of 1t that may
be taken, a very singular and mysteri.
Gus production. There Is in the second
verse an allusion to previous poem
that purported TO come from the spirit
of Poe, which was published several
years since and attracted much atten-
tion, but the following poem is OF q
higher order and much more like Poe
than the er.-Sprinafetd Republican.
From the throne oflfe eternal,
From the home OF love supernal,
Where tho angel feet mako music over all the
starry floor
Morals, have como 10 meet you,
Come with words Of peace to greet you.
And to toll You Of the glory that is mine forever
more.
Once before l found ~ mt rtnl
Waiting al tho heavenly portal
Waiting but to calch sJrnc echo from that ever
opening door;
Thpn seized his quickened being,
| And through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning inspiration in fiery flood to
pour!
| Now ! como more meekly hnman.
| And the weak lips of a woman
Touch with fire from of the altar not with burn.
ings ns of yorc;
| But In holy love descending.
with her chast encd being blonding,
/ would I'll your souls with music from the bright
celestial sh ore.
As onp heart yG4rns for another,
| AZ n child turns to It's mother,
From the golden gates OF glory turnI to the earth
| once more,
| Where I dra ned ting cup Of sadness,
| whoro my soul was stuns to madness.
And life's bitter, burning bllows swt pit my bur
| dened being DER.
| Here the harpies and the ravens
| Human vnmpyres-sordid cravens,
| Preyed upon my soul and substance till wrlthe,
in anguish sore;
| Life andT then seemed mismated
For felt accursed and fated,
Like restless, wrathful spirit, wandering OF
the eStygian shore.
Tortured by naneltss yearning,
| Like n frost 1ro, freezing, burning,
Did the purp lc, pusing life-tlde through Its fc
| vered channels pour,
| Till tho golden bowl-Life's token
Into shining shards was broken.
And my chained and chatting spirit ,eapt from ou
| Its prison door.
But while living, striving, dying,
Never did my soul cease crying;
aye who guidotho fates and furies, gTe oh, Civ
me, Iimploro,
From the myriad hosts OF nations
From the countless consultations.
One poor spirit that can love income that !, toe
| can adorc"
Through this fervent aspiration
Found my faintins soul salvation,
For, from out its blackoned flre-cryps, did my
| quick oned spirit soar;
And my beautiful IDEAL
Not to sanity 10 be real
Burst moro brightly on my vision than tho fan
cy- formed Lcnoro.
Mid tho surgng seas she found mo,
With the pillows breaking round mo,
And my saddoued. sinking 6 pirit in her arms q
love upbore;
Like lone one, weak and weary.
Wandering in the midnight dreary,
ON her slnlcss saintly bosom brought IN . 10 III
heavenly shore.
| Like tho breath of blossoms blending,
Like the pryy,ra Of saints ascending.
Like tic rainbow's Seven-hucd glory, blend or
souls fOrevermnre.
Earthly lurc and lust cnSlavcd me,
But diVnest lovo hath saved me
And know now first and only, how to love an'
to oadore.
Oh, my mortal lrl.iuh> and brothors!
We aro'cach and all auother's
And the soul that gives most freely from its IreI
| sure, hath the more.
Would you lose your life. You llnd it;
And in giving love ycu bind it,
Like an amulet Of safety, to your lie ri forever
more