The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-08-01
nd then the eeed was done;


| Such sense within the slain!
| But when I touched the lifeless clay
| The blood gushed out amaini
| For every clot burning spot
| Was scorching in my brain!
MY head was like an ardent coal,
| Ny heart as solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
| Was the Devils price;
A dozen times I groan'd; the dead
Had never groan'd but twice.
| "And now, from forth the frowning sky,
From the heavens topmost height,
I heard a voice-the awful voice
| Of the blood-avenging Sprite:-
'"Thou guilty man! Take up thy dead
And hide it from my sight!
az took the dreary body up,
And cast 1t in a stream
A sluggish water, black as ink,
The depth was so extreme,
Ny gentle boy. remember this
Is nothing but a dream!
Down went the corpse with a hollow
plunge,
Ard vanished in the pool!
Anon I cleaned my bloody hands,
And wash'd my forehead cool,
And sat among the urchins young
That evening in the school.
80 Heavenl To think of their white souls,
And mine so black and grim!
I could not share in childish prayer,
Nor join in Evening Hymn!
Like a Devil of the pit I seem'd;
Mid holy cherubimi
"And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread;
But gilt was my grim chamberlain
That lighted me to bed,
And drew my midnight curtains round,
With fingers bloody red
GAN night I lay in agony,
In anguish dark and deep;
Ny fever'd eyes dared not close,
But stared aghast at Sleep:
For sin had RENDERED unto her
The keys of He'll to keep!
Gal night I lay in agony,
From weary chime to chime,
With one besetting horrid hint
That rack'd me all the time;
A mighty yearning, like the frs,
Fierce impulse unto crimei
zone stern, tyrranic thought, that made
All other thoughts its slave;
Stronger and stronger every pulse
Did that temptation crave
Still urging me to go and see
The dead man in his grave!
Heavily I rose up as soon
AS light was in the sky,
And sought the black, accused pool
With a wild, misgiving eye;
And I saw the dead in the river bed,
For the faithless stream was dry.
''Merrily rose the lark and shook
The dew drop from it's wing;
But I never mark'd its morning fight,
I never heard it sing;
For 1 was STOPPING once again
Under the horrid thing.
chase,
I took him up and ran;
There was no time to dig grave
Before the day began;
In a lonesome wood with heaps Of leaves
1 hid the murder'd man!
"And all that day I read in school,
But my thought was other-where;
As soon as the midday task was done,
In secret I was there;
And mighty wind had swept the leaves,
And still the corse was barrel
'Then down cast me on my face,
And first began to weep,
For I knew my secret then was one
That earth refused to keep;
Or land. or sea. though he should be
Ten thousand fathams deep.
so wills the fierce avenging sprite.
Till blood for blood atonesi
Ay. though he's buried in cave.
And trodden down with stones,
And years have rotted off his flesh
The world shall see his bones!
80 Cod That horrid, horrid dream
Beset me now awakei
Again-again, with dizzy brain,
The human life I take;
And my red right hand grows raging hot,
like Cranmer's at the stake.
"And still no peace for the restless clay
VIII waive or mould allow;
The horrid thing now pursues my soul
It stands before me nowT'
The fearful boy look'd up and saw
Huge drops upon his brow.
That very night while gentle sleep
The urchin eyelids kiss'd,
Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn,
Through the cold and heavy mist;
And Eugene Aram walk'd between,
With gives upon his wrist
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