Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1876-03-19

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OFT OF the dark sweet sleep.
Where no dreams laugh or weep,
Borne through bright gates Of birth,
into the din, sweet light,
Where dav sill dreams Of L lgh',
Wal Q he ,Ith taxes form on earth,
white rCSs % spirit and flesh, red Lily OF love,
WI 81 note OF songs have we
Eit for the birds and thee,
Foir nesting c0uehsd beneath the mother
dove:
Nay. in some more divine
SIN all sp sechieSS song Of thine,
some news too good for words,
Heart uahed End smiling. we
Might hope 70 have OF thee
The youngest Of Gods birds,
II thy sweet sense might mix itself With
ours,
II ours might understand
The language OF thy land,
Ire thine become tue tongue or mortal hours.
Ere Thy lips learn too soon
Their SOFT arst human tune,
Sweet, but less swept t5an now;
And thy raised eyes 10 sead
Glad aud good things indeed,
But none so sweet as thou;
Ere thODgtt lift up their hower-sOft lids 20 SEQ
What life and love on earth
Bring thee Tor gifts at birth,
But none so good as thine VINO hast given us
thsei
Now, ere thy sense forget
The heavens that ILLS II yet,
Now, sleeping or awake,
II thou couldst tell, or We
Ask and be heard OF thee,
FOR loves undyIng sake
From thy duIab lips divine and bright mute
such news might touch orr ear,
That then would burn TO hear
Too high message Tor mans TO reach.
Ere the gold hair OF corn
Had withered vast thou born,
70 make the good time glad;
The time that but last year
FELL colder than tear
On hearts and hopes turned sad.
High hopes and hsSTts requicKening In thy
Even theirs whose Iife-springs, child,
Filled thine with life and smiled,
But then wept blood Tor nalf their own with
drawn
II dssth and birth be one,
And set with rise Of sun,
And truth with DIE ans divine,
SO word might come with thee
From over the still
Leep hid in shade or shine
Crossed by the crossing sails of death and
VOID OF some sweet new thing
Tit for such lips 10 sing,
Some word Of love, some afterthOught of
earth.
II love he strong ps death,
BY what so natural breath
AS thine could this he ssidf
BY what so lovely way
Could love send word to say
He lives and is not dead?
Sdch word alone were ut for only thee,
II his and thine have met
Where spirits rise and set.
His whom we zee not, thine whom scarce we
see;
His there newborn, as thou
Newborn among Us now;
His, here 50 fraitfulsOuied,
Now yelled and silent here,
Now dumb as thou last year,
4 ghost OF one year old;
II lights that chaugs their spher5 in chang.
Some ray might his not give
To thine VINO was to live,
And make thy present with his past life
sweet?
Let dreams that laugh or weep,
All glad and sad dreams, sleep;
Truth IOOIe than dreams is dear.
Let thoughts that change and hy,
sweet thoughts and swift, go by;
More than all thoughts here,
More than all hope can forge or memory feign
The life that in or eyes,
Maize out loves life, lies,
And fower-llke fed with love for sun and
rain.
Twice royal in it's root
The sweet small Olive-shoot
Hell set IN sacred earth.
TrzIce lowered with glorious grace
F. ON tlther heaven bonn race
First Blended IN its birth;
Fair God or Genius of so fair on R0Gr,
For love Of either name
TWIes-crOwned with love and fame,
Guard ara hs gracious TO the fair-named
floWaS
October -, 1873.
SOLVER MADDOX Brown died November r, 1874,
in his twentieth year.