New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-02-11
THE DEAD POET.

OFFICIAL JOURNAL Of NEW 0RLEAN
THE DEAD POET.
The following remarkable poem, with III
above title, was written by George r. oarr
of Louisville, a young man of great promise
an account of whose melancholy deatn, nea
Magnolia, Miss, was published IN the he
PUBLICAN few weeks.ago. The manuscript
was found among his papers after his death
and published in the Chicago Sunday T''i
bune:
Dead dead. dead
Dead, and under the sod
Passionate heart, and lordly head,
Hand that labored, and foot that led,
Brain that reasoned, and eye that shed,
Far and abroad,
The love which glOwed,
Inherited
From the source whence his being flowed,
From his beings most potent God,
Are dull as the choking clOd
Dull and cold
AS the mold
Whence, unrOled,
The chill and passiOnless worms enfod
The faithful grace
Manly OF form, and noble tt face,
That moved and loved and proved,
By every act by which it behooved
His I Joun nc lRasile o've,-
Yearning,
Love for humanity.
Alas the vanity,
The insanity,
OF the lite which, when he began it, he
Pictured SO brightly; sunk in humanity,
Crossed
By the pitiless wave of Death; and tossed,
III the midst of his power, another Faust
piey to the fond DESIRE
sacrifice to the fire
Which must and would aspire
To win an earthly Tyre
Which the threats
Alone of the mystic choir
Which floats
Hueless,
About the blazing pyre
Where dwelleth Creations Sire,
Have power to hymn.
Faint and dim
Their thrilling echoes came to him
Came IN the shadOwy land of sleep
Came in the winds and oceans sweep
Came to him from Earth's caverns deep
Came to him in the cataract's leap
Came broken,
Halt'spOken,
Leaving the am iOus soul no token,
No key
To be
A guide to the finished melody
To the melody
In whose worship he
Was wranging
With longing
His heart,
To restore to perfection the missing part.
Lost lost lost
Lost to the friends of his youth;
His the gain, and ours the cost
Ours the sorrow that he has crossed {.
To the chilling halls where the silent host
Welcomes, fOrsOoth,
To rest one 10th
To leave the rattle
OF the battle
And the onward march of Truth,
For the world expected booth
Where he who noDly doth
Is blest
Atheist
But with rest,
The fame OF a noble mind confessed
But the spirit shareth not the gloom
Or the senseess rect of the silent tomb.
The passionate love
OF the spirits above,
EEnvylng our pleasures, conspIre3d to remove
The source,
The course,
And the force
OF the spirit which no remorse
For Earth's sins
Backward wins
Leaving Earth
But the dearth
Or the souls habitation.
Gone the inspiration,
Cause of their abrasion;
Renewed their relation.
Must
To the claims of its kindred earth be just,
And give to her bosom the sacred trust;
Leaving his friends in weeping
Leaving them but the keeping
Of the echoes whose cadence, sweeping
Over sense t.--
The immense
Grandeurs of the mysterious,
Bears hence
Soaring, -.
Adorihg
The soul toward the imperious
Domain Of the serious
Making the derous
Shapes of the brain,
By his werd wrought pictures, plain,
And proving the endless reign,
The undying reign OF harmony,
The mystic enchantment of melody,
Over the shapes of earth and sea.
And Aethers viewless mystery.
Yet leaving
An heirloom of gladness to solace our gIieviEg
Though broken.
VI the mysteries unspoken
Whose evolving might have woken
From the tiirall
And of dust
The last trust
Which me must
Mourn while we own that his taking was just.
Gone is he
Flown is he
Past the domain Of moan is he
In more genial zone is he
Near to the Mystic Throne is he
Out OF the reach of care
For our sad hearts regret,
And for his benefit,
Watt we this prayer:
Bright as the dreams
Whose heavenly CLEANS
lllumed life's morning
Nav be the adjoining
OI the home OF his spirit!
May he inherit
All grace!
May space
And time
The rhyme
Outchime
Whose echoes are broken by earth's dull cline,
- Clearly,
Cheerily,
Verify,
Far from the reign of peril, be
Sorroweth never.
MAY We
As he,
Soon be
Happy forever"
A GENERAL OUTFLANKED.
From the Overland Monthly.J
Mrs. Clio Marshall fluttered down into
one of the sombre parlors at Wizards, and
settled her voluminOus drapery on
damask lounge.
She made liberal display Of gold eye
glasses, gold bracelets, gold chains; indeed,
the supertluity Of gold upon her person
gave yellow tinge to her cOuntenance.
Mrs. Marshall was called by some ''the
gold widow" She was dark and hand
some, with wonderfully beautiful eyes and
brows. Her money drew all, and particu-
larly single men, toward her.
Virginia Harold, a young lady boarder,
was playing a fantasia, at the request OF
rather stylish young man, who, though not
looking equal to brains OF any caIlbre, was