The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-02-24

slothful heart begins to beatl
A fallen wretch like me to pass from eart!
sosadly sweet! Ess
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Yet am I calm-as calm as clouds that
slowly float and form, asr
TO give their fearful strength to somc I'M
plying Summer storm; nrl
AS calm as great Sahara, ere the SIMEON
- sweeps its.waste, -. -,
Or as the wide sea. ere the white waves all
its shores have laced,
Still, still have no tears TO shed; these
cyelids have no store
The fountain once within me is fountain
now no more.
The moon alone wecps for me now, the
pale and thoughtful moon:
She wceps for dying Mary, through all the
nights sweet noon.
What if died tonight, within these Wild
ed. wretchcd walls
Upon whose crimson trappings no eye of
virtue ever falls?
What would its soulleSs inmates do when
they had found me here,
With check too white for PASSIONS smile,
too cold for passions tear?
Oh! one would come and from these arms
unclasp the baublr bands.
Another wrench the Jewels of my fairer.
re wAiterrhands; ~-TaEE
This splendid robe another's form would
grace. OH long b,lore
The moonlight came ag'.into sleep upon
the floor! E
And when they laid me down in earth
where panper graves are made,
Beneath no bending sangel-hault-
ed shade, 4 n.,
Who'd come and plant a flower DER poor
:. Mary's friendlesss grave,
Or trim the tangled wild grass that no
simmer wind couli wave?
Who'd raise a stone to mark it from the
Iu'ltI SiiFVS Vlpuiib>
That the passing strangers footsteps might
}, respect the spot OF ground?
No stone would stand above me, no little
, waving tree.
No hand would plant flower DER fallen
wretch like me.
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What if. died Tonight? And when to-
Ia- norrow'ssnn had crept
Where late the softer moon in, virgin
q beauty slept.
They'd come and find me here! Oh! who
would weep to see me dead?
Who'd bend the knee of sorrow by the
pulseless wanton's be-?
There's one woLld come-my mother.
God bless the angel band
That bore her, ere her daughter fell, to
yonder quiet land.
Thank God for all the anthems that thu
gladdened angels sung
When my mother went to Heaven, and
was pure and young
And there's another. too, would come--a
man. upon whose brow
Nv shame has wrought the winter snow
to rest 50 heavy now;
Yes, lie would come, with manhoOds tears
all burning down his cheek
Had reasons kingdom stronger been where
virtue grew SO weak. '.s's
NV sisters and my brothers all, thank
God! are far away;
They'll never know how died the one who
mingled in their play
They'll never know how wretchedly their
darling sister died
The one vino smiled whcne'er they smiled.
who cried whene'er they cried.
I'm all alone tonight! How strange it is
that shoud'be alone!
This splendid chamber seems to want
some rOue's wonted tone!
Yon soulless. mirror. with its smooth and
all unvarnished face,
Sees not these jeweled arms tonight in
- their unchaste embrace. E
Oh! / have fed the fever of that heated
crowded hall,
Where might claim the richest and the
gayest Of them all
Where could smile upon them with tina,
,i easy. wantOn grace, lf ald
Which subdues the blood OF virtue that
would struggle in my face!
But hate them all. Iscorn them, as they
scorn me on the street;
Icould spurn away the pressure that my
lips so often meet!
I could trample on the lucre that theil
passion never spares,
For they've robbed me Of heritage Of
creates. psiss than tbslro-