The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1879-05-23
Written for the Democrat-Star.
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o coufej thou muse, and sing a song of pas
| sion and of care;
Come tell Of life in all its varied scenes
| come now and share
With me thy bounteous store of wealth in
a., verse; sing Of great $500 1,. ..r
Soul that in olden time did thrive, tel
how he lived in state
And luxury and wealth tell Of his pas
f' sions%ild, his life, f'f #t.IH
Spent but for glory here below, ard ther
tell of his strife. .. a.. ..r.r
Yes, sing the poets name, that climbed
the rugged ladder Fame"
And stood upon it's topmost toundj and
rt reached above in vain
Another step to grasp, by which he
higher up could go;y.... .....
Fhen sighed he with the winds that did
around him gently blow,
Because his lofty soul, already 'bove the
e.s rest, could up ..tj ..3 '. 20.
No higher climb. Yet, there, he from a
giving world, the cup
OF Fame" did quickly drain. and long
fngly did wish for more.
He spoke, and nations hushed to hearken
to his rhyming lore; 'hH1 ~.
Yes, nations vast stood gazing, wondring
on the mighty man; H
' victor's dewry palm;
They lavished, yes, profusely, ON him
5a all they had to give;
And still his ever thirsting soul reached
out for more to live, .' ..fl.r
Grasped after Igns-Faia visions bright;
and when the earth
Had naught to spend on this proud son of
usa hers, he called her dearth. d 80
Yes, after slipping till he drained the
.s brimming fountain, vast, ..t .r.....,.
He from his lips the golden goblet to the
earth did cast,
' And cursed the peak on which he stood,
Ed because it's brow so stout, lt'l
Could bear him not a little higher MP: He
.gazed about, 81 ...-g....I .tl...
And with the lightning's flash did talk,
the. thunder's roar with scofii
He heard, and laughedb because he thought
lsI NO beauty in the morn. r5nt.H.
The God ofday, the queen of night, as
a., equals he did claim; .....
And from the stars, their homage great, he
ts'' was not loath to gain.
But while in all this glory proud he
t3 stood, his spirit great was sad;
He knew no lasting happiness, he felt,
though seeming glad,
The pangs, yes cutting pangs, that sin
had left DER which to mourn.
He felt the blow that laid his conscience,
bleeding, weary, torn,
Upon the altar of his pride. Though
outwardly he seemed ....t,
To revel in, enjoy the pleasures of this
feeting dream,
His soul, most wretched was. When
friends around him fell, he had
No resource save his own reflection, lone-
ly, drear and sad" .. ...
Presenting to himself no prospect here,
nor further on,
Except this selfish satistatti5n," living
quite beyond .t..
His betters here. No God he claimed, to
whom his soul could pour
Out all its griefs and woes his tow'ring |
spirit could not soar
To God and leave its sUrrOws there. And |
thus through life, though great
And grand he was; though lauded to the |
skies; though his estate
OF verse. bis fancy painted in rare
thought, gave him name,
Of which sceptrc-beater might be proud,
gave to him fame, ..
That yet is sounded DER his grave, that
yet on every breath
That stirs, is borne to every cline; yet in
this happy wealth,
Ie lived and wished he had not lived at all.
'Tis sad to tell f
How this proud son of earth, this gem
ofpoets fell.
lie died regretting all those by-gone years,
for what he might
Have done-died drawing DER his soul
an everlasting night.
Clinton, April Is, 1879.