The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-02-26


Or gather tribute from each grape and bramble,
As songful as tho mock-bird singing there
Until, alas! the feeble embers dying,
And naught is heard fearful sad winds signing
And IN my thoughts creep shadows of the night.
But while tonight, within those shadows sitting
Deep melancholy gloom enskroudng me-
There came a night-robed. blue-eyed angel fitting
And all unbidden perched upon my knee.
Her baby arms around my mock were stealing,
Her silken curls across my face were drawn.
When in my heart there came restful feeling,
And all the shadows from my thoughts were gone.
KENTLAND. Ind. w. Pfrimmer.
'.Look Not Upon the Wine When It Is Red
'Look not up on the wine when it is red"
The preacher said
Nor when it gives its color IN the cup;'
A tiend, the poisoned chalce hath filed mp.
And he that drinks, drinks misery and death.
But once gazed into its rudy tide;
The iend stood by my side;
Upon my cheek felt his blighting breath
And as gazed, he laughed With hellish glee.
Twill rouse thy heart
And bid it's pulses start
With joyous life, and thrill
Each nerve with new delight;
The earth with beauty and the heavens with light
Spellbound, gazed into the fatal bowl.
And saw sight that thrilled my inmost soul
What / In the bowl! Be patient, friend,
And hear me to the end:
Twas not sight that thou would'st care to see;
And seen but once, 'twould haunt they memory.
And as fever dream, return again
To mock with shapes of dread the dazed brain.
Wraiths of the living spectres of the dead
Behold they come, CHASTITY, gloomy train
o look not on the wine when it is red
Lest forms of dread
From it's red depths to blast and blight .hine eyes.
Look not" the preacher said
Look not upon the wine when it is red"
o have seen in waters clear and bright
The glorious upper world of bloom and light,
The nodding spires of grass. the swaying trees.
And heavens azure fecked with argosies
OF silver Clouds and all things true and fair
Were mrrored there;
And have
In deep dark wells beheld the light of heaven,
Bright in reflection az the orbs that roll
What saw in the bowls
The nodding trees, the clouds. the stars Of night
MOI Darker visions swept before my sight.
All! well the preacher said.
Look not upon the wine when it is red
AS the magician sees before him pass
Demons of darkness mirrored in his glass.
The sh rouded, CHASTITY tenants of the grave,
And the dread underworld of mys tery,
So l. when gazing at the vino which gave
The crimson hue that dyes the sunset wave
Saw that which hath been is, and yet shall be;
Saw sights, would God never more might see
Saw stars go out to shine on earth no more
Saw shattered wrecks upon storm-b shore
Saw ships go down before the tempest's VT ath.-
Saw hopeless ruin in the whirIwinds path.
Brave hopes and high
Had persisted utterly.
Glory was quenched in shame and love in hate;
The fairest homes of earth were desolate,
OF love- OF hope; OF hay 2i1 es, berefs.
Edens from which the bloom of life had fed,
Gardens of roses growing thorns instead,
Sad visions of the dying and the dead.
Were pictured in the wine when it was red.
saw palace radiant and fair,
It's marble walls bedight with soul ptures rare,
And, gathered in it's halls, the Young and gay
To speed in revelry the hours away.
Twas the same friend that halted by my side.
Pour out the wine; each emptisd glass fill up"
All! how it gave its color in the cup:
Each goblet flashed aloft its baleful red,
death lit flame! With it's ensanguined tide
The snowy marble of the walls was dyed,
As in the glow of CONGREGATIONS dire,
AS in the light of helIs intensest fire.
The end was near; dreamlke the vision sped:
The palace lay in ruins DER its dead.
This saw in the wine when it was red.
/ saw thousand homes n ade desolate
BY the red hand of murder. Ptiless fate,
Binding his victims, gave them unto death,
And life and beauty withered at breath.
Alas for the despair
Of stricken ones! Alasl the young and fair,
Beauty with golden hair,
Childhood with dimpled face,
Youth with unconscious grace,
Faded ife's morning bloom, its glory fled,
And mother clasping in a long embrace
Within their pulseless arms their murdered dead.
This saw in the wine when it was red.
saw a million graves
Earth furrowed with Them as the sea with waves.
Graves. not of those who passed away in pride.
But who, in abject misery. drank and died;
Graves of the nameless, aforementioned dead;
The raindrops are the tears above them She'd
Heaven weeps fol, Them human lids are dry.
Men shun the felds unconsecrate
Where they forgotten lie;
Or happy point moral by their fate,
To shun the paths which they were iu-ed to tread,
To look not on the wine whom it is red.
/ saw the small and great
Before the judgment seat
Waiting the verdict of the last great day.
In far-off fields OF air,
Unclouded and serene.
The jasper walls of holy heaven seen.
White-robed and fair
The throngs of the forgiven scared away,
And through the pearly portals passed for aye
For aye forgiven.
But oh, for those the hapless slaves of sin
That stood below unshriven,
Waiting in vain the mandate, Enter in"
Upon the gathering clouds. the darkening air,
Was writ the lurid sentence of DESPAIR,
mo drunkard ever shall inherit heaven
And these the neither darkness swallowed MP.
All! well the preacher said,
Look not upon the wine when it is red,
And when it gives its color in the cup
And yet looked upon the wine, slasl
It was no horrd vision of the night.
Or picture Swallowed in the magic glass
OF figures moving to and fro,
Through scenes ct deepening woe,
That pass and not for felt the might
OF him the fsnd who tempted me to drink
The fiend who forged my letters link by link
And bound me till in utter agony
w-thed, and moaned and struggled TO be fr co.
/
OF countless beings in the Invisible air
OF damned souls that shrisked in their despair,
Demons that came
From heils abysses, breathing breath of name.
Above, heavens golden gates were opened wide
Below me yawned the grave
Falling from a battement, cried:
o God. is tn ere no hand TO save,
None, none; then let me from tho dead
Shout the living. they tread
The maze Of mirth and bow ut pleasures shrine
Look not. look not upon the wine
Whe nit is red
REV Il. 4. Edwards.