The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1871-03-24
Saetry.
FALLEN.

morse! And yet how many. kind resdsr. while
you are reading these linse are repeating the
same language
What if died to-nishtY"
The iron voice from yohdsr tpirs has hush'd its
And midnight dnds me lying here in silence and
The still moon thro' my window sheds it. soft
light on the floor
With melancholy palsness have never seen
before, =
And the summer wind comes to me with its sad
And is burdenei with the sorrow of a weary,
Yet the moonlight cannot saothe mo of the sick
mess here within.
bosom's weight Of sin.
Yet my heart and all its pulses seem so quietly
That I scarcely feel them beating in my arms
AMI these rounded limbs are resting now so
etill upon my bed.
That one would think to see me here that was
What e 'tvsr. sol What if died7died as I'm
with something like to virtues calm upon this
What if 1 died tonight? All! now this slothful
heart begins TO beat!
A fallen wretch like me, to pass from earth so
sadly sweet
Yet am calm-as calm as clouds that slowly
To give their fearful strength to some Implying
As calm as S. 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 eye nus
The fountain once within me is a fountain now
no more;
The moon alone weeps for me-the pale and
She weeps for dying Mary through all the
nights sweet noon.
Upon whose crimson trappings no eye of virtue
ever falls?
What would its soulless inmates do when they
cold for, passions tear?
Oh! one would come and from these arms un-
Another wrench the jewels of my fairer. whittier
rhi. spienaid hiaaid robe anothers form would grace
The moonlight came again ts-sleep up5n the
floor.
And when they d laid me down in earth where
pauper's graves are made,
Beneath no bending willows anselhaunted
Who'd come and plant flower Ger poor Mary's
Or trim the tangled wild sras, that no summer
wind could wave?
Who'd raise stone to mark it from the ruder
graves around,
That the passing strangers footsteps might re- |
spect the spot OF ground! r..,
No stone would ,Lsa stand above mel no little
No hand would plant flower Ger q fallen
wretch like me!
For him who sought my spotless hand. and
lives to know my.shame,
In such a place as this, 'twere mockery to
breathe his name.
The cold sea waves run up the sand In unduia-
And backward to the ocean turn when they
have kissed the shells;
So there's q torrent in my heart, and can feel
Rush up in crimson billOw, Ger breast as
And backward. backward to my heart the ocean
takes its tide, IL
Ny cheeks and brow left bloodless all. and cold
What if / died tonight! And when to-morrou's
sun had crept
Where late the softer moon in virgin beauty |
They come and find me here? oh who would |
weep to see me dead?
Who'd bend the knee Of sorrow by the pulseless |
there's one would come-my moth.r! God
bless the angel band
That bore her., ere her daughter fell, to yonder
Thank God for oil the anthems that the glad
dened angels sung
hen my mother went to heaven-when was
pure and young.
md there's another, too, would eome-a man, i
upon whose brow
Ny shame has wrought the winter snow to rest
les, he would come, with manhood's tears all i
burning down his cheek
,h. had reasons power stronger been where
Ny sisters and brothers all, thank God. are far
away,
they'll never know how died the one who min
gled in their play;
They'll never know how wretchcdly their dar
ling sister died
The one who smiled whcne' or they smiled, who
cried whene'er they cried.
Z IN all alone to night! How strange it is that |
i should be alone
This splendid chamber seems to want some
roues wonted tone! L
on soullcss mirror, with its smooth and all un-
vanished face,
Sees not these jeweied arms tonight in their
unchaste embrace.
Oh! / have fed the fever of that heated. crowd |
ed hall,
Where might claim the richest and the gayest |
of them all
Where / could smile upon them with that easy,
wanton grace,
Which pubdues the blood Of virtue that would |
struggle in my face!
But 1 hate them ALL scorn them, as they
scUrn me on the street; l
could spurn away the pressure that my lip: so
could trample on the Iucre that their passion
T or they've robbed me of heritage Of greater
price than theirs. l
They can never give me back again what l have
thrown away
The brightest jewel woman wears throughout
The brishte.t and the only one. that from the |
shuts out from woman's heart forever all the |
hopes of heaven.
What If 1 died tonight? Whist if 1 died a. am
lying here?
There's many a green leaf uithers ere the
~ Autumn comes 70 scar!
nd many spark hath died before it wakencd
into flame! Il
What i ! died tonight. and left these wretched
To seek ssygnd end, this hollow sphere brighter
What if my soul passed out and sought that ba-
Where the wicked cease from troubling, and
the weary arc at reet?"
Would angels call me from above and beckon
me to come
And join them in their holy songs in that etcr-
nal home?
Would they clasp their hands in gladness when
they saw my soul set free,
And point beside my mother to place reserved
for me?
Would they meet me as sister. as one of pre-
cious worth,
Who had won place in heaven by her holiness
on earthf
o God! would not have my soul go out upon
the air,
With ali its we; vht of w wretrhedness TO wander
where?-oh! whereY
The GIRLS OF JAPAN AT SCHOOL,
Throughout Japan it is the universal
custom for Young ladies when arrived