The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-01-27
JACKSON c. H., OHIO, THURSDAY, JANUARY 27. 1870

That even in death Bis ffeebofn breast
| In such dungeon could not rest.
| I might have spared my Idle prayer
| They coldly laugh 'd-and laid him there
The fat and turfess earth above
| The being We 80 m uch did love,
| Fl Is empty chain above It leant,
Such murders fitting monument
''But he, the Esyorite and the aower,
Most cherish ed since his natal hour,
His mothers image In fair face,
The infant love Of all his race,
His martyr'd fathers dearest thought,
| My latest care. for whom sought
| To hoard my life, that his might be
| Less wretched now. and one day free;
He, too, who yet had held untired
A spirit natural or inspired
He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was witherd on the stock away.
Oh God II is fearful thing
To zee the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood -
I've seen It rushing forth In blood,
I've seen 1t in the breaking ocean
Strive with q swoln convulsive motion,
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed
Of Sin delirious with It's dresd
But these were hoTTors-this was WO
Unmixed with such-but sure and slow.
AlC luQ6u, hOu W SAlLl uuQ IuStk,
SO softly worn, so sweetly weak,
So tearl ess. yet SO tender-kfnd,
And grieyed for those he left behind
With all the while cheek whose bloom
Was as q moekery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
AZ departing ruinbOw's ray
An eye Of most transparent light,
That almost made the dungeon bright,
And not word Of murmur-nOt
A groan DER bis untimely lot,--
A little talk of better days.
A little hope my own to raise,
For was sunk In silenee-lost
In this last loss, of all the most
And then the signs he would suppress
OF fainting natures feebleness,
More slowly drawn, grew less and lcss:
|. listen'd, but l could not hear
| call d, for was " lid with fear;
| knew I was hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished
call q, and thought heard sound
burst my chain and with one strong bound,
And rush'd to him I'll found him not
I only stirrd in this black spot,
only lived-I only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-deW;
The last--the sole--the dearest link
Between me aud the eternal brink,
Which bound me to my falling race,
Was broken In this fatal place.
One on the earth, and one beneath
Nv brothers-both had ceased to breathe
took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! nv own was full as chill;
had no strength TO stir, or strive,
But felt that was still alive
A frantic feeling, when we know
That what we love shall ne'er be so.
know not why
could not die,
had no earthly hope-but faith,
And that 70 rbade selfish death.
"What next befel me then and thero
know not well-I never knew
First came the loss Of light, and air,
And then Of darkness too:
had no thought, no feeliug-none-
Among the stones stood stone,
Aud was, scarce conscious what wiSL,
AS shrubless crags within the misti
For oil was blank, and bleak, and gray
1t was not night--it was not day
1t was not even the dungeon-llght,
SO hateful to my heavy sight,
But vacancy absorbing space,
And fixedness-without place;
There were no stars--no earth-no time
No check-no change-no good-no crime
But silence, and stirless breath
Which neither was of life or death !
A sea of stagnant idleness,
Blind, Goundless, mute, aud motionlesS!