The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-10-29

The W1sdona Of Solomon.
BIZ LOUISA v. BOYD.

BIZ LOUISA v. BOYD.
One glorious picture oft uncalled, but well
come,
The strangeness of its beauty falling DER
Like the rich twilight of sunny cline.
'Tis never out of season that old story
The picture brines meier | cop il DER.
And find it wou iercus in the time Of los
SONS,
And in the ripening time grand as before.
Where floors of marble wind through gates
of beauty,
gaze, the carven glories all between,
And see, within hall en.hroned, mon.
arch
Goodly of form and beautiful of men.
There seems solemn passion in the sill
eDce
The throb and thrill, as there before the
King,
Two women, deadly pale with strife and an
guish,
A fair young babe into the presence bring.
And one is youthful-her dark eyes and
tresses,
And CLOSED brown cheeks, telling of
Egypts strand
The full, soft, melancholy lips resembling
The immemorial statues of her land.
But sadder than the wall Of wearied exile.
Comfortless by the strangers river-wave--
Sadder than distant strains Of wedding
To widow by her husbands new-made
grave,
Is the great woe that presses on her spirit.
The troubled visions in her eyes that
And the mad fondness thrilling through the
fingers
That with the baby-fngers clutch and
twine.
Her sorrow-freighted thoughts 60 backward
backward
Where Joy was found disguised Misery;
So much, so much is lost, yet in her bosom
The mothef-love from every stain is free
And simple words flow from her hearts
deep sorrow:
"At midnight, while lay upon my bed,
This living child was stolen from my bosom,
This woman gave to me her baby dead:
s'Thy handmaid slept o King! as one who
trusted
Her treasure safe. and waking turned ia
What Death had kissed, but 10, the grace
was wanting
And beauty of the dear one born to me.
"Thou, that in wisdom rulest thine OWL
people,
Judge with jus. judgement from thy right.
eous throne;
Thou, who art ever merciful to strangers,
Favored of Heaven, oh, give to me mine
ownT'
The other speaks. Her beauty TO my spiri
The presence ga joy forever" brings;
While even with awe mark her eyes cold
splendor
Nee. with level glance the mighty Kings
Judea's lily-buds in early girlhood
Had made the fitting garland for her brow
And still that brow is fair, but she, the
fallen,
Would for its decking pluck no lily now
| She stand before the king in robe of scarlet
In. vain delights of fringe and clasp o.
And skilled embroider's work and lace Of
purple,
For these-for these-her better life was
sold.
Fearful she stands, and yet with prideful
scorning,
Her bosom shakes her showery hair be.
meath;
While her small foot stamps defiant menace,
And her height seems to grow with every
breath.
Now her eyes drop, her lips part, and she
Her story with feigned simplicity:
any lord, the King, she has revers ed the
story
Her child is dead, this child belongs to me ,
! Out spake the king: "Go, bring a sh arr
sword hither
Divide the ch'ld--give unto each part
The story is the veIy same they tell me,
So will | satisfy eacn mother hearth
Would that thy soul, oh, daughter of Judea
Sp3rai like DphOra h's IA Rnthf
were puce!
| Is PHYS fountain frozen in thy bosom,
That this With bitter smile thou could ds
endureP
But loneliest wind that means across the
desert,
Or cypress whispering be a sepulchre,
Breathes not such woe that Egyptian
pea1ing:
"Let the child live-even give it unto herr
Then the king smiles; the sword sleeps in it.
scabbard:
Ozark Egypt's daughter, thou this mothe'
art!
Press with thy lips thy babes, clasp him
! caress him.
How kings words make summer in th'
hearth
! And Judah's daughter saw, and all the people
! And fearing, praised the judgement of tn
king;
Better than rubie, was the wealth God gavt
him,
| Wisdom that was and is unperishing.
Great So'omon! the glories of thy Temple
! Earth could not keep; but from the might,
Past
Thy words OF wisdom echo and the ages
Repeat and glorify and hold them fast.