The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1904-04-27
FALLEN.

The following beautiful poem which originally appeared in
News published Richmond during the by
Mer Ares Wade and the rounds of the papers of the
Can't H r. staunton of ths Confederate author of he
Moneyes Man. and of the beautiful and touching
poems in the English language.
yonder spire hushed hollow
And midnight finds lying here in silence and alone
The still moon through my window sheds its soft light on the oor
And the wind with its sad olanlay,
As burthened OF a weary weary day.
the moonlight Within
And sad portion bosoms weight of
Yet my heart and all its pulses quietly to rest
That scarcely feel them beating in my breast
And these rounded limbs resting still the ed
That would think here that was lying dead
What if 'twere so? What if died-died am lying now,
With something like virtues calm this marble brow
What died All how this othful heart begins to beat
fallen wretch like to pass from eart-oo sadly sweet
Yet calm clouds that slowly float and FORM
To give strength Implying
Or the wide the white shores have laced
Still still have tears shedhese eyelid have no store
The fountain once within me fountain now no more
she weeps for dying Mary through all the sweet noon
What died tonight, within these glded wretched walls,
Upon whose crimson trappngs eye of virtue falls?
What would soue inmates do when they had found me here
passion
Oh would and from these unap these bauble
the Jewels of whit whiteF RI hands
The moonlight came again to sleep upon the hoorl
And they where paupers graves made
Beneath no bending willows angelhauned shade,
Or the tangled wild that wind could
Who'd the
No stone would stand above no little waving tree
No hand would plant flower Ger fallen wretch like
What died tonight? And when had crep
Where late the softer moon in virgin beauty slept,
They'd and find here OH who would to me
dead?
sorrow by puseless
There's would mother God bless the angel band
tboreh hero daughter fell to wonder
Thank God for all the anthems that the gaddened angels
When mother went heaven when and young
And there's another would whose brow
My shame has wrought the winter to rest
Yes he would come with manhood tears all burning down his
check
stronger grew
My sisters and brothers ALL thank God are far
know how died the who mingled in their play
They'll know how wretchedy their darling sister died
The who smiled whene they smiled who cried whene
they cried.
I'm all alone tonight How strange that should be aone
Yon soundle with it's smooth and all unvanished face
these eweled tonight their unchaste embrace
Oh have fled the fever of that heated, crowded hall,
Where might richest gayest of them all
Where could smile them with that wanton
Which subdue the blood of virtue that would struggle face
But hate all
could trample the uce that their passion spares
For robbed of heritage of price than theirs
They give again what thrown away
The brightest jewel woman wears throughout her little day.
The brightest and the only that from the cluster
Shuts forever woman heart from all its hopes of Heaven
What if died tonight? What 1 lying
There's leaf withers the
There's shaken
And many spark hath died before Weakened into flame
What died tonight and left these wreched bonds of clay
To seek beyond this hollow sphere brighter better day?
What soul passed and sought that haven of the best
Where the wicked troubling weary
Would angels call from above and beckon
And join them in their holy in that eternal homep
Would they clasp their hands gadnes soul Free
And point beside my mother place reserved for
Would they meet me sister, of precious worth
Who had place heaven by her holynes earth?
oh God, would not have my soul out upon the air
No one can remain under water Waiting the Word