■^^^:^>ak^ m ^'^T^ .Jk.11^ §".p ' ia' ,, ■■"»*:., <^-^:flP i. LINCOLN ROOM I I ^: UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY '>*r. i-X ft' ^7 The Prjisidicide 'A>**'^*'^j'^*i^^ c/^-*—, ^ }J ■ ^ /i^^ii-c- AND BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. BY J_^UNBAR HYLTOX. M. D., AUTHOR OF "VOICES FROM THE ROCET MOrNTAINS," ETC. SECOND EDITION. NEW YORK: H W A PvD CH ALLEN, 744 BROADWAY. 1884. ISS4- PREFACE. The scene of this poem, which is in the form of a Mono- logue, and is supposed to give the thoughts and feehngs of Booth, before, at, and after the murder of the President, is laid in the barn amid.st the swamps of Maryland, to which 5 Booth made his escape after the assassination. I have striven to make available for poetical composition the most :.' conspicuous events in the history of the conspiracy, down to ^/) the night when Booth and his associates set out on their er- ^^ rands of murder. Except in a few inconsiderable matters, necessary for the creation of a poem of this length, I have adhered to the same survey of the conspiracy as that taken by the government. My idea of Booth's character is founded on the descriptions given of him, by those who seem to have been best acquainted with him, and who represent him as a man high in his own conceit, proud, rash, boastful and prone to be quarrelsome, with little heed for anything except the gratification of his own whims and desires. The title of this work, "Prsesidicide," is a word of my own i coining, taken from the Latin prassidens, a president, and ^ caedo, to kill, and is not to be found in any dictionary pub- --nI >o — ; lished up to this date. Palmyra, New Jersey. Vn November, 18G5. (3) I 0229 1 THE PK^SIDICIDE. Dark, dark the night is closing in, Fast falls the pelting rain, And o'er the moors terrific roars The driving hurricane. And through the forests bleak and bare, The tempests howl and moan, As if the dead of the past were there, Burst from earth with yell and groan. A horrid, horrid, ghastly shriek Of strange, unearthly tone. Or wild infernal laugh, that thrills Through nerve, and vein, and bone. And comes a fierce tumultuous sound, As is that mighty roar, When foamy billows boil and bound, Upon a hollow shore — ■ But the ocean coast is far aloof, A hundred miles or more. Aha! a lightning bolt has thrown, Yon oak to earth amain. And like a fallen king it lies, Its limbs athwart the plain. Like Titan of primeval growth, In battle overthrown — It falls, though storm, and fiery bolt, A thousand years had known. Ay, ay, like mortal man himself, Slain on the lightning's path Or panym Idol tumbled prone Beneath Jehovah's wrath, All with lurid fire girdled, And with a crashing sound, In all its giant bulk and length, 'Tis thrown along the ground. Deep and fast night's mirky mantle, With tomb-like darkness falls, While eagle unto eagle screams. To vulture vulture calls. The sheep within the far off fold THE PR^SIDICIDE. Raise oft a mournful cry, And oft I hear the nigtt hawks' scream As round and round they fly, Amidst the crashing reeling groves I hear the croaking owlj The ravens shriek, and far away I hear the watch-dogs howl. Ho! the demons of the tempest Now ride abroad sublime — In all their wildest terrors clothed, As in some tropic clime. Xow flash the forked lightning bolts, And loud the thunders boom, The world a moment's light they give, Then tumult and dense gloom. There's a moment's pause, a silence Awful, deep and dread, As though the warring elements Were now benumbed or dead. They pause like fierce contending hosts Upon a bloody heath, When night has hidden shield and helm, And spear, and sword, and sheath. And all in moody silence halt To catch a moment's breath, Ere the columns close for aye — In the awful grasp of death. Now comes a trembling o'er the world, As though the teeming earth Were labouring with volcanic throes, O'er some stupendous birth ! And lightnings flash and peal, as though To rend earth's giant frame. And strove to make the heavens wear A zone of gleamy flame. The tempests shriek, the torrents roar In headlong fury by, Oh, there is madness on the earth, And anger in the sky ! And there is madness in my soul, And horror in my mind, Sorrow, Remorse and grim Despair, All visit me combined. For gnawing Hunger, Want and Pain, Like coiling adders cling Round all my throbbing, vital parts, And pierce, and tear, and sting. Despised and lone and trodden down, Dark with the clouds of sin — THE PR^SIDICIDE. Savage and fierce and low and vile Is all the soul within — Nor can it e'er from grief and woe A moment's respite win. Ah, yes, I ever more must be As at this cursed time — A wreck cast on the shore of woe By blasts and waves of crime ! Deep, deep each sound strikes in my soul That booms upon my ear, As though this awful night some fiend Would dash me down with fear. Was it a spirit of the dead, Or but the howling storm That shakes this damp and dismal bield— That just now touched my form ? I felt fingers passing through my hair, A hand upon my brow, A breath breathe on my burning cheek, — Aha, I feel them now ! If you are indeed a spirit In form, and face like man — I will defy you to the last, So do the worst you can. Come, if you will, and do your worst While here I lie alone. While no mortal is nigh to hear My sad and frequent groan. Come, fiend or devil, what you are Your terrors round me cast ; "Bring all hell's ghastly spectres near, And call up all my past. But think not while on earth I stay. Though racked with mad despair — You have power to stay my thoughts, Or make me quail with fear. II. Ho ! Ho ! what form was that I saw, All clad in robes of white ! That just now crossed this dismal floor — When came yon flash of light ? Was it indeed a human form, Or spirit of the dead? His stature was tall and stately, And wide his shoulders spread, And his eyes they shone like fire. Yet noiseless was his tread. But I have seen that form before, And that bold open stare. Yea, a hundred times and more — 8 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Just as I saw them there. They're the features and the form Of the noblest man on earth, More than Washington and Caesar In glory and in worth. As noble and as good a man, As free from lust and crime, As ever trod this world of woe Through all the tide of time. A soul that no mean thought can touch Through joy, or sorrow dun, More than the lightning's fearful bolt Can strike the glowing sun. The man who never shunned a friend, Who felt for others wne, And ever ready to forgive His most inveterate foe. Yea, the generous and the kind. The bountious and the free, The open heart and hand, in joy, Or dark adversity. The man of all mankind — least Has ever injured me. His like the land shall see no more, He the wisest, noblest, best, Who stood midst the wise men of the land King-like, high o'er the rest. He whose constant prayer was peace, And for it strove like man — When Treason's hideous trumpet blared, And when the war began, He who held to the rebels all The olive branch in view. Who only sought to pardon them — Not force the vengeance due ; Hail them with open hand and heart, With friendship warm and true. Bid war and desolation cease, And yet that man I slew. III. Ah! had I died long, long ago While in my early prime. Ah ! wherefore was I ever born To grow so deep in crime ? Why did I ne'er fall in battle When rushing with the brave, Or when a ship boy, in the deep Ne'er find an early grave ? Why was I ne'er hurl'd off the mast ? "For there I loved to go ") THE PR^SIDICIDE. 9 When thunders bellow'd over head, And billows roar'd below, Ay, then I'd sit and sing and laugh Till pass'd the storm away, While all the trembling crew below Had kneel'd in fear to pray. Oh ! had I lived an humble man W^ithin some mountain e:len ; Oh ! had I never roam'd this world And mix'd with sinful men I ne'er had done the horrid deed That causes all my woe, And makes me an outcast and felon, No matter where I go. No matter where on earth I tread ^ Men will pursue my path; And though I 'scape all human laws I can't God's buining wrath. IV. Ho ! Ho ! what noise is that without. That shakes this dismal bield ? Lo ! 'tis the deepening storm, 's death ! How dread that thunder peal'd. Ah would to God ! that yonder clouds, That red with lightnings glow, And with their awful thunders seem To rock the world below, Would now but bellow nearer mc, And burst upon my head, And all thoughts of the past drive out, And leave me with the dead. Ah ! might one fell bolt from heaven. Come crashing through my frame — Send my spirit whirling aloft On wings of dazzling flame. Myself I now would stay with joy, And men forever shun; But then an angry God I'd meet, With twice iold murder done. Oh ! could I wander forth alone To some strange savage land — That ne'er was trod by human foot, Or touched by human hand. Yea, thither would I fly with haste, Though racked with mad despair, And shun all human kind for aye, And all I once held dear, I'd hold my still communion Day and night with God alone, And with repentance and with prayer 10 THE PRiESIDICIDE. For all my guilt atone. For I had sooner trust for mercy From the all righteous God — Than unto the kindest mortal, That e'er this world has trod. Nor could I ought of mercy crave From any mortal man, For I have warr'd 'gainst human kind Since first my life began. Ah yes, against my fellow kind My hand has always striven, Till now, when e'er they breathe my name- They quake and shudder at the same. As trees by lightning riven. Nor shall they e'er take me living To judge me for my crime, If but one bare chance be left mc To end my earthly time. They ne'er shall try me for the deed By mortal code and rule, Man deals towards man by his own laws And acts just like a fool, And all are just as vile as I, As much the devil's tool. No, fjod alone shall be my judge, When at His throne on high. The murder'd and the murderer Shall meet before his eye. Ay, there I'll see the man I slew, And once more view his face. There hear my awful doom pronounced, Go to my appointed place. V. Oh God ! 'tis sad to sit and think On awful things like these, And know the soul must some day face The dread realities. The soul must some day give account Of all its deeds on earth. Yea, uncover every secret crime And thoughts that gave it birth. Man we may cheat, but never God, What He has will'd shall stand Through all eternity, upheld By His eternal hand ; And though I 'scape all human laws, And prosper here awhile, What mercy can I crave from God, Would He pardon one so vile ? Ah, it seems hard the soul should mourn. THE PR^SIDICIDE. 11 Through everlasting time — For deeds done in its earthly frame, The body's acts of crime. Say, has the immortal spirit — That thing, we call man's soul, — O'er deeds and actions of his flesh, Such vast divine control ? If so, why do we always sin From the hour of birth — 'Till we die and the spirit gives The body to the earth ? I cannot tell, but this 1 think, That if the soul of man — When first unto this world it came, And first its course began — Own'd such light and power divine. As priests and preachers say, To keep its earthly form from sin, And o'er it hold its sway Myself had never sinn'd at all. As through this life I trod. And the best of men had held A stricter walk with God. I've done no deed in all my life, That had a taint of sin — But I felt deep remorse, and hoped Forgiveness soon to win. I never doubted from the first, There was a God on high, And if I be by him condcmn'd. Woe takes me, when I die, Oft I've felt a something in me, , It must have been my soul, Or some unseen divine agent That o'er me held control. I've felt it from the paths of sin, Warn me many a time; But flesh had greater sway, and the Devil urged me on to crime. So when I die, my spirit goes, My God alone knows where, Ah ! must it mourn for all the sin. Its mortal frame did here ? Ah ! must it linger through all time In everlasting woe, Though it warr'd with its wayward flesh. While here on earth below? Will it not rise on wings of light ? Soar back to whence it sprung, To whence began its light and life; No more with anguish wrung ! 12 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Like tlie distant wandering comet When its far course is run, That homewards turns with light and joy And mingles with the sun ! Yea, when it leaves its earthly home, Rejoicing to be free Aye from sin, is it doom'd alone To endless misery ? When it departs and leaves its ciay, We mortals see it not, We only know, that life has gone. And then proud man is what ? A load of useless clay, that soon Grows hurtful to the view — And smell of all his fellow men — Ay , all he loved and knew. And soon in earth he's hid from sight, Turns to the dust we spurn, For out of dust alone we sprung. And to dust we shall return. And this is nature's mandate o'er us, That none shall shun below, Man from the dust of earth was form'd— = And back to dust shall go. And though we cover o'er our dead With massive marble tombs, Heap rock on rock above the grave. Till high to heaven it looms. Yet soon the hand of time will wear The monument away. E'en as the mountains of the world Waste, crumble, and decay. With time each stately monument Shall be to ruin hurl'd, The grave wear down and scatter us Unto the moving world. The dead we cast into the sea, May sink to ocean's floor, But soon the waters carry them Unto some distant shore. There to moulder into dust, As all frail human things, Be pcatter'd o'er creation wide Upon the tempest's wings. VI. Such is the end of mortals all — The coward and the brave; Ay , all alike must sink to dust. The peasant, king and slave. It is man's certain destiny. THE PR^SIDICIDE. 13 Yet, when we look at him — He seems so like a god in move, And thought and form and limb, — It seems sti-ange, one so high and grand Above all things on earth, Should carry out the blackest crimes, That e'er all hell gave birth. — Look at man, from that mind of his, What noble thoughts can shoot. Yet he'll glor}' in deeds, that would Disgrace the meanest brute. Look at him, who could think but God Made so wonderful a thing; See the muscles, veins, nerves and bones, That together move and spring. Most complex, abstruse architecture Is this form of man — Of all the things, that God has placed On earth's diurnal span. Look at his orb of sight and see How wonderful 'tis form'd, How frail the veins by which it with Life's crimson tide is warm'd j Its arteries display the skill Of Him, who made them so, And bade the crimson floods send forth New vigor as they flow. Here, what a world of action moves Within so small a span, None, but the everlasting God So grand a thing could plan. And well his nervous system shows How wonderful he's framed, It through all time, the searching world's Astonishment has claimed ; When harm'd it carries swift as light The tidings to the brain — From thence, through all his fearful form The news is sent amain. As lightning the intelligence Is borne to every part, With all the system swift it blends And lifts the throbbing heart, That heart whose valves and ventricles So small and fragile seem, Through which forever night and day Flows life's warm crimson stream. Look at each ganglia and see How skilfully and grand — The veins and arteries are placed By the Eternal hand 14 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And look on those frail Lacteals That gather in the chyle, From all that passes in their range, A strange unseemly pile, Life's nourishment they there distill Forever and for aye, Which through glands to the thoracic duct Forever wends its way. Help'd by small valves unto a vain Soon sweeps the priceless flood — Which swift within the heart is pour'd And forms the living blood. From thence unto the yielding lungs The dark red torrent flows. Soon cleansed and fiU'd with oxygen — Back to the heart it goes. Then it sweeps through arteries Life-sending through his form. Giving vigor to every part — Keeping it strong and warm. Through arteries and capillaries The heart its torrent sends. Throughout his form, then back through veins The living torrent wends. And as the blood is flowing on From and backward to the heart — Both life and death are going on. At every move and start : For cells forever grow and die As the blood rushes through The arteries and veins, as one dies Another forms anew, These, with all atoms of the blood Are downward pour'd amain — To the distant renal-realm Through many a winding drain ; And there 'tis purified, the good Unto the heart returns, While all the foul unhealthy Dart A spacious vault inurns. So through some fair fertile realm The waters sweep amain, Forever flowing on and on Eternal through each drain Their virtues to the lands they give, The forests bloom and grow, Then others come while they rush on To some abyss below. VII. Hell and devils ! what thoughts are these THE PRiESIDICIDE. 15 For one so steep* d in crime ? One who must bear the curse of man Until the end of time. Hell and fiends, what strange thoughts to fill The mind of one so low, What care I for spirit or for man In this my hour of woe ? What care 1 if his arteries, Capillaries and veins, Be countless as the panting streams Of Basra's spacious plains ? What care I how the crimson tide Throughout their winding flows ? Or for its maker's fearful skill Each thew and sinew shows? For I have slain the noblest man That e'er the sun beam'd on. He, who in worth and honor's path A guiding meteor shone. Oh could I bring him back to life ! Make him breathe and speak again — I'd die ten thousand deaths and Suffer years of woe and pain. Devil, why didst thou urge me on To deal the mortal blow? By God and man I now am cursed, Thou laughs at all my woe. Could the cry of lamentation Arouse him from his sleep. Would it set his pulse abounding 'Twere mine to wail and weep. Oh ! could 1 see him start to life And walk once more on earth, Ay, move as he was ever wont In light and joy and mirth. Oh God ! it is an awful thing To shed life's sacred stream, To take the life God has given — What horror more extreme ? Yet I have done the demon act, And did it foul and fell, Done it as reckless and as stern As fiercest fiend in hell. VIII. Men say the smallest planets of Creation's endless round. Are those that nearest to the sun Are ever to be found ; And that through all revolving time They cling round him the while, IG THE PR^SIDICIDE. Rejoicing in his liglit and warmth And glowing in his smile. So it is with little children, They nearer are to God, Than those who live to sterner years On earth's sepulchral clod. And had I died when but a child, A little babe just born, I ne'er had drained sin's bitter cup. Nor worn a crown of thorn . I'd known no mental agony. Nor felt sin's scourging rod. But as I came I had returned — An angel to my God. And those, methiuks, that God doth call Unto an early rest, Are those poor children of this world That are most truly blest. For some divine all wise design, He sends them here below But lets their mission cease on earth Ere they have felt its woe. As comets to the sun return, So back again to Him Their spirits go, and form His choir Of purest Seraphim. Holy, holy, grand, harmonious. Blissful, strong, sublime. Around His throne, their songs of praise Forever, ever chime. IX. Blow on ye winds forever blow O'er forest, moor and main, Ay, and howl and moan like demons In everlasting pain. Oh had I wings to mount the storm ! And fly to some far isle. That is unknown to man, unknown To sun or morning'ssmile ! There dwell unknown to God and man In everlasting gloom ; Unsought, forgot by both, and shun The murderer's awful doom ; Oh ! there I'd wander forth alone And care not where I go. For the fierce storms that there would moan Might sometimes drown my woe. And on that gloomy isle afar Where hurleys ever roar — Soon 'midst the storm should lie my form THE PR^SIDICIDE. In death to rise no more. Without a thought, without a wish, Without the power to sigh, ITnburied on those savage moors This perished heart should lie. And with my form my soul should waste- Yea perish utterly, So that neither God nor man should E'er find a trace of me. X. Ah ! wherefore should I longer live Oppress'd with woe and grief? For no power on earth could give My throbbing pains relief. At every weary step I take, At every move and turn, My broken limb is racking me, My temples throb and burn. Oh God ! I do not fear to die, But oh ! it makes me rave. To think T — the once proud and bold — Must fill a felon's grave. It chills the blood in every vein To think I — once renown'd — Should die a death of infamy, While thousands gaze around. Ah yes ! methinks I see it now — The gallows dark and high, Me standing 'neath the hideous drop A felon doom'd to die. I feel the cord round my neck In atonement for my guilt, And hear voices shout, die felon For blood that thou has spilt. Ay, myself I now can fancy Within their grasp and power, Starved and chain'd and prisoned down, Within some dusky tower : And asking God to give me strength To burst my galling chain So I might 'gainst the gloomy walls Dash out my burning brain. Methinks I hear the laugh and shout — And hear the tramp of men. As hangmen come to bring me forth Out from the loathsome den. Ha ! they should see no fear in me I'd walk with stalwart tread Upon the scaffold, and smiling Hold high my manly head. 18 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And this all men should say of me When ceased my vital breath, "Though dark his soul with sin and crime 'Twas face to face with death." XI. The time that I was born, why did Not death that instant come — With his dread all whelming power And smite me still and dumb r* Why did the earth not 'neath me rend And yawning take me in! Since I was born, alone for woe, And heaven I ne'er sh;ill win ? Hark ! did I dream ? or did I hear A voice speak to me then ? Just as that crash of thunder peal'd Throughout yon startled glen ? Methinks it said thou fool be still. Why mutter o'er thy past? Cease madman, cease to howl and rave, Thy doom is coming fast. It was no dream, for now I see A form distinct and clear, But 'tis only a hell born fiend That comes to fright me here. And since it is a fiend that now Commands me to be still, I will not cease, and all me thoughts Shall wander as they will. I never fear'd a mortal foe. So shall not couch to him. Though he should rack me soul and form. Or tear me limb by limb. Hence, on your life you mocking fiend And jeer no more at me, Hence, fly to your accursed abode. Where only devils be. No shadowy fiend from hell like you — Hath strength or power to harm A mortal man, not half so much As a wasted cripple's arm. No, you are but vague empty air — A weak and feeble form, Driven from place to place o'er earth By every blast and storm. 'Tis on such dreadful times as these At midnight's murky hour — The devil sends ye forth from hell; Think you I quail and cower Beneath your vile hideous stare ? THE PR^SIDICIDE, 19 By heaven no, hence, fly, I am mortal man, and all hell And devils I defy. Though you drive men onward to sin At some unguarded time, You mock them in their hour of woe And jeer them for the crime. But you this head and arm I'll lend To work your deeds no more. Stop, Ho ! back, devils why in droves Do you now round me pour ? Ho ! away, leave me here alone. Hark, how they laugh and roar. See how they dance around me now And hold up human gore. Oh God ! is it so ? or do I dream ? Or am I going wild ? Upright stands my hair and it seems I tremble like a child. 'Sdeath ! huge icy diops form fast Upon my burning brow, A chill runs all my marrow through, All hell seems round me now. Is it only imagination That limns yon hnrrid things? Are they but visions of the night That come on ftincy's wings To outcast sinful men like me ? When they are rack'd with woe, Ay, torn in body and in mind. While fevers fiercest glow ! It must be that, it must be that, At least I'll have it so. And though I hate to view my past My thoughts shall wander free, God has given to mortal man A power call'd memory — And with her I will fearless back And all my life review. Nor care if spectres come around How many or how few. Adown the vista of the past — One sad lingering look I'll cast — Ere I sink into the grave, For sure this night will be the last That I on earth shall rave. So blow ye tempests, howl and blow, This night know no control. And peal ye awful thunders peal, And boom from pole to pole. Be my companions on this night — 20 THE PR^SIDICIDE. No human wretch is near, And while 1 mutter o'er my past Make music to my ear. XII. I remember, I remember. Though it is long ago. And yet it seems but yesterday Time comes and passes so, When early on one dewy morn With rifle and with hound, To hunt and spend the day in sport — Through mountain paths I wound. For still I've ever loved through life To hunt o'er fell and moor, To track unto his lair the wolf, Or meet the foamy boar. The dangers of the chase I loved Far more than aught on earth, It was my nature's drink and food Its glory and its mirth. What joy to climb the craggy fells, Breathe in the wholesome air, Look around, view those works of God So wondrous, grand and fuir. There was the place indeed for man To lift his thoughts to God, See the works of the Almighty Hand No matter where he trod. And oft upon some lofty fell Or in some silent glen, In those days I worshipped God while Apart from other men. Yea, like the first of human kind Upon the grassy sod, Alone, with meek and humble mind I sent my thoughts to God. Perhaps propitious to my prayers He ne'er inclined His ear But that I'll in the future know When I at His throne appear. I yet have hope of mercy there, I'll trust Him for His grace, 'Stead of all wrath and gloom, I yet May meet His smiling face. For surely He who made this world, And those that shine through space- Will pardon a repentant soul Not cast it from its race. XIII. Well, it was on that sunny morn THE PRiESIDICIDE, Long, long ago, as through Those well-known winding mountain paths My eager footsteps drew. An aged hoary man I met Beneath a cypress tree, Care-worn, and sad his features look'd, Althouiih he smiled on me. But age had withered not his arm, Strong was his aged form, Though many years he show'd he'd braved Life's battle, toil and storm. Down o'er his ample swelling breast His locks were flowing free, And while I gazed on him I thought Of "Old Mortality." Upon his towering, stately head Nor hat, nor scarf he wore, And in his hand, all ghastly white A human skull he bore. Shortly 1 paused and gazed on him, — At length "old man" I said — "Wherefore dost thou sit alone, whither Have thy companions fled? Since they've all gone and left thee here. Arise and follow me. We'll chase the deer o'er hill and moor. And happy we shall be. For I always- loved from a child To go with the gray and old. And oft to wend with them I've left The sprightly, young and bold. Left them in the hour of mirth The song and dance and play, So come old man and let us hunt, Together spend the day." The while I spake adown his cheek A tear in silence stole, He turn'd his head to hide the drop. On earth I saw it roll. Thoush since that hour years have pass'd I often think of him. For ne'er before nor since I've seen Such giant thews and limb. XIV. "Alas my son" the old man said, "I have no friends on earth, Into the grave all those have gone Who shared my bliss and mirth. They've gone and left me here behind A weary sad old man. 21 22 THE PRiESIDICIDE, Pm left without a friend or foe The last of all my clan, There's not one living in the world I knew when life began. Hast thou ne'er noticed one lone leaf Clinging to its parent stem ? Swino'ins with the branches to and fro When storms are writhing them, Though all the rest are scattered wide Across the moor and lea ? Through all winter's storm and shower However rude it be — Still clinging to its parent limb That abandoned leaf we see ; And that lone leaf where ever seen An emblem stands of me ; 'Tissad indeed to see all die Thoulovest, fondest best, To see them drop off one by one To everlasting rest. And leave thee here, Tithonus-like, Upon life's rugged road, Tottering to a long made grave And eager for that abode. Longing and glad to follow them And cast life's weary load. Orpheus like I roam alone. Oft bitter tears will flow, And there's not one in all the world To ask my cause of woe. See'st thou this frail and hollow skull, That looks so white and beautiful ? And yet so calm and cold ? Oh I it is dearer far to me Than all earth's shining gold. Once in this hollow cavern dwelt A grand immortal soul, That shall in glory live and glow "When earth is but a scroll. Whose each inipassion'd thought and wish Had honor for its goal. A soul full of poetic fire — And energy divine, And of bright fancy and romance A rich, exhaustless mine. And here was fair charity And pure religion's shrine. These are the lips whose melody Is with me, round me yet, These are the lips whose sunny smile My heart shall ne'er forget. THE PR^ESIDICIDE. 23 These are the lips whose kindest breath Was always breathed for me, As hand in hand we journeyed on Adown life's whirling sea. These are the lips whose voice was beard Like thunder o'er the world, When freedom raised a cry of pain ; His hand her flag unfurl'd — And stemm'd the tyrants of the earth ; Before his gory path They trembling flew, as sparrows fly The eagle's strength and wrath. Nor ever yet in peace or shine Or rolling battle tide — Alone he stood, this stalwart form Was ever at his side. For we were brothers, and together Into this world we came, And both alike together grew In spirit and in frame. When years flew on, and time forced down His body to the tomb, He seem'd all like a giant still In mind and strength and bloom. When time and storm had wash'd away The marble and the stones — And all the mould that wrapt his clay, I took his whiten'd bones From out their lonely resting place, And placed them in an urn ; And while I roam upon the world To earth they ne'er return. And they shall go o'er earth with me Be loved and honor'd still. For while I have them in my arms He seems those arms to fill. Child, melancholy looks thy brow, Does care thy spirit haunt? Does human sorrow blight and woe Strive thy young soul to daunt ? Has fortune gone and round thee cast The murky fold of want ? If so, grieve not, let not vain care Youth's noble spirit tame. Mourn not thy fate, 'tis mortal's lot, And mine has been the same. My child did ever woman's charms Thy youthful soul beguile ? Say, did she ever conquer thee With all her sex's wile ? Didst thou e'er feel o'er come and lost 24 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Beneath her subtle smile ? And did she make thee think her heart Was wholely thine the .while ? Didst love the very air she breathed And ground on which she trod ? Yea, didst thou 1 ve and worshin her As thou shouldst only God ? When she had won thy trusting heart Did she ungrateful prove ? And cast thee cruelly aside With blighted hope and love ? Ay, leave thee for another's love Not half so warm as thine ? After lifting all thy hopes so high — Leave thee alone to pine? If that's been thy lot, grieve thou not, Thy fate resembles mine. Cast her forever from thy thoughts, Why shouldst thou mourn for her '/ Turn to her, who will leave thee not, — Be thou Wisdom's worshipper. She, Goddess with the eye of light, More bright than sun or star, And brow serener than the moon Throned in heaven afar. And more grand and fair than summer With all its sweetest smiles. When with heavenly charms it bursts O'er Oriental isles. Fairer than richest summer morns Draped in all their light and bloom, Where shines that brow are light and bliss- Where it is not, all is gloom. Her face is fairer than Aurora Issuing from her caves, And her form is fairer than Venus Emerging from the waves ; Fairer than the bow of heaven When storms are darkling round. Radiant as the priceless gem 'Midst Ganges'waters found. With halo of eternal flame — Fill'd with light and purity — She shines upon her blazing throne With her sister Memory. Her words are sweeter than the streams That flow fr im heaven's springs. Purer than the golden drops of dew That fall from seraph's wings — When on radiant sabbath morns Around the throne on high— THE PR^SIDIClf)E. - 25 Their plumage quivers with delight Before God's piercing eye. Her words are everlasting gems That glorify man's soul, They're as the diamond grains of sand That from God's chariot roll. They are a fount of excellence For ever flowing on, Crowning hoary heads with lustre, Making grand each one. They win the youth who seeks for them Bright glory and renown, And place upon his youthful brows Their everlasting crown. They're afount of holy essence, True source of joy and health. The rampart of man's sturdy strength, His glory and his wealth. They're sparks of eternity, flashing From the windows of the skies, Full of sanctity as the fumes That from hallow'd incense rise. Yea, breaths of immortality Crowning, blessing man's lips, And giving them a majesty Death, woe, nor time eclipse. They're chains of living gems, which Truth and Memory hold, Bright as the rays 'neath seraph's wings 'Midst heaven's suns unroll'd. More precious are her words than all The rubies of the worla, Than all the sparkling gems that down By Goual's floods are hurl'd. More worth than all the opals that In Ophir's mountains glow, More worth than all the shining pearls That all the seas can show. Strive thou for her, both day and night, And do no other seek, She will give lustre to thine eye, And health unto thy cheek. Strength she will give unto thy form. And nerve and brace thine arm, When thou 'rt tossed 'midst passion's storm. She'll keep thee from all harm. XV. ''Go walk with god-like Plato through Fair Acedemus' grove ; "With Aristotle, with Xenophon, 26 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And •with Seneca rove. Go thou and sit with Socrates Within his prison cell, And hear the wisest of mankind His truths eternal, tell. Ay, talk with Athens' noblest son, And tread the path he trod, Who lived in form and soul a man The image of his God. And on the page of Cicero Both truth and wisdom learn. And Homer read until thy soul With martial deeds shall burn. Go, walk through every path of life The same as Shakespeare trod, And with eternal Milton soar Unto the throne of God. Study the lives of men like these ; The mighty works they wrought, Learn and study them day and night, Drink in each noble thought — Until thy very inmost soul With equal ones is fraught. For they have been, and still shall be The glory of all time, Be honor' d and revered for aye In every age and clime. Their frame shall blaze as noon-day suns In everlasting prime, Like hoary Alps they'll ever stand Firm, solemn and sublime Around no bleeding captive slaves The clanking chains they bind, But everlasting links they tie Around the human mind. They raise the dark and grovelling soul To grand and n ble things, Waft it to virtue's realm, refined As though on angel's wings. Learn, and be no whiten'd sepulchre All rottenness within. Lest God should cast thy soul away For infamy and sin Shun Atheist, Idolater, And only worship God, Fear only Him, and humble bow Beneath His chastening rod. Know he who follows God's commands. To Him his spirit weds, Is loved and honor'd through all time, And wisdom's pathway treads. THE PR^SIDICIDE. 27 And he who is a foe to God Is to the world a ban, He ne'er can act a manly part, Or be true friend to man. XVI. 'Tis strange indeed such thoughts as these Should come to haunt me now. Should fill the mind of one who did The darkest deed I trow — That ever yet was plann'd or done By any mortal man, Since Sol his beams o'er darkness roll'd And earth and sea began. Yes, I who like a coward crept — A coward vile and mean — Behind an unarm'd, fenceless man Unheard, unknown, unseen — And slew him there, oh murder foul ! The fellest, basest kind, Dark as if I'd slain a cripple Who was deaf, dumb, and blind. Oh cruel and hard hearted beast ! dark in mind and soul! There is no fiercer fiend than I Within all hell's control. O memory ! oh memory ! Why this dabbling with the past ? Oh God ! my brain goes spinning round As a windmill in the blast. Oh lost ! forever lost to all T once held fond and dear. There's not a friend 'mongst all I had Now dares to venture near. Friend did I say ? not one have I, Not e'en the vile and low — Who help'd me plan and scheme the way To deal the mortal blow — That slew the noblest in the land, And turn'd its joy to woe. Ay, they would fly and shun me — No matter where I go. For there's an instinct felons have However steep'd in crime — Though they together murder plan And fix the awful time, Yet he whose heart is bard enough — And he whose nerve is strong — And takes on him the hellish task — The deed of blood and wrong — Though they applaud him long and loud-— 28 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And hail him dauntless man — And swear a bolder never faced The horrid'battle van, Yet when the hellish deed is done. — When he has shed the gore — That instinct makes them fly from him, And shun him ever more. With horror they recoil from him, And tremble at his name, As men start from the anaconda's Jaws of fiery flame, And none need e'er be fools so blind To trust the faith of men — Who are so foul to murder plan, No matter where or when. No quaking moss is less secure, More treacherous, untrue, No huntsman more fell danger runs, Who treads the ice 'neath thawing suns, And unawares goes through. No matter what their rank or power — How high they stand at that dread hour — Or what their wealth or fame, When once the hellish deed is done They'll take no share of blame. Like shadows will they glide away, Nor lend a helping hand To free him from the law, alone He must for all the crime atone, And all the charge must stand. And if by chance the law should find The others in the plot — They'll all combine and falsely swear, Seem to prove innocence so clear — They mostly sufi"er not. On he who dared to strike the blow At their appointed time, They throw the blame and brand of all, He bears the heinous crime. XVII. I'd sooner trust the leaky bark To bear me safe to land — At midnight on tbe ocean dark — When storms are blowing loud and stark. Waves sweep towards rocky strand. Ay, sooner trust the tossing seas In a wreck 'midst the fellest breeze, That ever yet did pour, Than trust to any men like these, No matter how they swore THE PR^SIDICIDE. 29 To guard and sliield me from all harm — When perils round me rolTd ; Them my arm or ear I'd lend no more For all earth's shining gold. They leave their champion and tool To suffer mourn and rue, And keep, and reap all benefits — If any shall accrue. XVIII. I've heard strange tales in early years — But never held them true, Aye, thought them idle foolish talk Amongst some aged few, 'Bout spirits — who in forms of men Wander through this earth — Who often come to visit men In times of joy and mirth; And talk with them as man with man And seem as man to them, Who strive to warn them 'gainst the paths The godly should contemn, Ay, warn them in a quiet way Against the paths of sin, And bid them strive above all things The love of God to win. And now methinks that strange old man I met beneath the tree, Was of that mysterious kind So strange he looked on me. I thought not then, but have so since He was no mortal man, For none but him I've ever seen Since first my life began — Who looked so noble and so grand, So lofty abd serene. So king-like above all other men In action and in mien. And all the while he spake his eyes Were resting full on me, Blue as the azure skies were they And full of brilliancy. Plainly as on that sunny morn Methinks I see him now, As thus he spake to me, his hand Upon the skulPs smooth brow. XIX. "Thou heir of immortality, And to a home in heaven, Why wouldst thou waste in sloth and ease, Perchance in foul debaucheries — 30 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Powers thy God has given ! Or loan'd to thee His child on earth ! "Wherefore waste thy precious time In folly's bower I for folly Ever leadeth unto crime. Does thy spirit soar no higher Than grovelling joys of earth? Pleasures that waste and die away The moment of their birth ! And are not worth a thought from man — Weak, sinful though he be, Child, young and foolish as thou art — I've better thoughts of thee. Be not like him of old who hid His talent in the earthy Improve those, God has given thee, And give to others birth. XX. "Thou heir of immortality, And of a blissful world. From whence all death and woe are far Away forever hurl'd. Where saints and seraphs soar through light On dazzling wing unfurl'd, Where ever round the throne of God In sunny glory rolls — A ceaseless, countless, sainted throng Of everlasting souls, Can man with all his boasted might One grain of matter make? Can he enlarge the earth one grain ? Or its foundations shake ? The leaf that trembles on the tree — And laughs unto the storm — Could all the energies of man A leaflet like it form ? These bones I hold that once were in A mighty human arm — That snapped the tyrant's chain as heroes Burst a wizard's charm, Are as far beyond the power Of man to make or form, As for him to lift the huge round world Or stop the roaring storm — The earth, the leaf, the bones, the storm, The grass upon the sod, Are all the grand high handy work Of the eternal God Who time created, say can man Take from the rolling year — Or add to it a moment's time ? THE PR^SIDICLDE. 31 Or Stop ite swift career ? And yet how many lives of men In idleness and sloth — Forever waste and glide away ; I would indeed be loath To waste an hour here, I know It is an awful crime — That God will sorely punish those Who waste their earthly time. So be thou up and doing, thy brain As well as body feed, Earth is full of things for man to learn, And those who run may read. Yea, earth is full of marvels strange, Grand study for all men, Those who strive to fathom them, God Will shape them to their ken. Lo I shells are vast on ocean's coast ; And every shape and hue, Some round, some long, some large, some small, Some purple, red and blue. Yet 'mongst them all but one was found, Yea. only one possessed The pearl that swelled the merchant's store. And glows on beauty's breast. Treasures are many in the earth, But not in every soil. To seek for gold in every mould Would be a fruitless toil. Energy, courage, self-control, True godliness of mind and soul, Must be by him possessed — Who would from wisdom's mine bring forth One gem of such a priceless worth That it shall aye be blessed. By trials and delays his soul Mujst ne'er be downward borne, The gourd that in a night appeared Lay dead on earth at morn. Yon mountain oak whose sturdy strength A thousand tempests proved, Nor yet the livid lightning's bolt Ncr avalanche hath moved. That stands like some bold sentinel To guard its native clime, And heeds no change as years sweep down The avenue of time, Around it on its parent soil Ere it attained its prime Ten thousand thousand poisons grew, Crowned with blossoms of every hue, THE PRyESIDICIDE. And rotted down like crime. XXI. "I told thee that matter could not Be made by mortal man, To make one grain of it was far Beyond his wisdom's span. And now I say, that man cannot Destroy one atom here, Let him pluck yon leaf from its stem. And it to atoms tear. Mash, pound it up, then pass it through The furnace and the blast, Roll, mash the cinders in a bowl. And in the acids cast. Let it pass through fiery blast And mash it as he will, Though he may change it to the eye It is but matter still. And there's no atom on the world However frail and sear — That man can utterly destroy — The ruins still appear. Nor can he banish them from earth, As easy 'twere for him — To drag a comet from the sky, Or its pure brightness dim. Hark ! didst thou hear that cannon roar ? Its sound rung in my ear A moment's space, and now 'tis gone. Though it I no more hear, The sound is not destroyed on earth, As sound'tisonward hurl'd, And 'twill ring till the end of time, And vibrate o'er the world. The souad of my voice, or the wave That bursts upon the shore — May die to us, but do not die, 'Tis sound forever more. The smallest thing that crawls on earth Displays the fearful skill — Of Him who made and fashion'd it To please His holy will. So how dare mortal man stand forth In eye of earth and sky, And say there is no God, hark ! hark ! From mountains vast and high, From leaf, and tree and storm, and sea From sun, and starry skies, A strong all pervading voice is heard — Like burst of hoarded thunders is each word- THE PR.ESIDICIDE. 33 * And tells him, that he lies. Through all creation's endless round The might of God is shown, He made, and nought can be destroy'd But save by Him alone. And e'en this world on which we move That looks so grand and vast, That is a rooky ci'ust around Ilusi-e seas of fire cast. For men say, if forty miles we go — Down through the crust we pass, And there find all the world within A moHen seethii)g mass. The volcanos that to heaven Their flames and ashes throw, Are but the lofty chimneys of Those burning wastes below. Through them the roaring lava flies In columns tall and fleet, \Vhen the world within becomes surcharged With matter and with heat. And if God but free'd the atmosphere That doth surround this globe For five and forty miles in width, (A pure blight azure robe) Of all elements save oxygen, No nitrogen leave there — Huge earth would flash to flame and in A moment disappear. Yea, Uaze and unto nothing go, Be utterly destroy'd, Withf ut one mere slight atom left Within the boundless void. Such is the might of Him to whom Nature wafts a ceaseless hymn. He all created with a breath, And all nature bows to Him. XXII. ''Inhabitant of earth, go learn Thy gracious maker's ways. Go, look upon His mighty works With wonder and with praise. Go at midnight's solemn hour, And gaze on heaven's face. And look upon the countless stars That glitter through all space Each a world larger far than this And fill'd with living souls. Ever teeming with light and life As on through space it rolls. 34 THE FR^SIDICIDE. Long through the flight of ages past Men deem'd those brilliant spheres — But torches lit along the sky, To cheer this ■world of theirs. Only little petty candles It pleased the gods to light, So fair this world might seem to man Through the hours of night. But science has reveal'd to him What Xenophanes taught — Was but man's pride and ignorance, Without one truthful thought. And now he knows each is a world Far larger than his own, And far more bright and glorious Than mortal yet hath known. And this low world on which he moves. And loves with all his heart, Is a scarcely visible speck On creation's mighty chart. Science shall yet unfold to him Truths mighty and sublime. Truths that shall never fade away From ofi" the sands of time. All experience is an arch Through which gleams that untrod land, Whose marge forever fades, and fades — Thouirh we climb to knowledge grand. Man's mind to egotism tends All through dark ignorance, ^nd the less and less he knows Greater is his arrogance. He thinks he has unravel'd all Mysteries of the world, Yet by science each day he sees New truths from darkness hurl'd. And all the truths he knows as yet However great they be, Are but small drops of water from A rich exhaustless sea. He knows not yet with all the light That science has reveal'd — Half the healing virtues that are in The grasses of the field. Nor half the glorious virtues The trees and flowers yield. Chemistry shall extract from them Balms for all earthly pain, For every fell dis'^ase that racks And goads the human strain : 'Tis through long patience and through toil THE PR.'ESIDICIDE. 35 Man will this knowledge gain, Wlio fathoms hidden truths must work With willing heart and brain. Yon field that waves with golden corn Was once a waste of oaks, And were a gloomy jungle still But for the axe-man's strokes. Those in this world's dark battle field, And bivouac of life, Would not be like dumb beasts toled forth, But heroes in the strife^ — Must be ever up and doing — With hearts for any fate, "For ever moving on and on, Nor ever pause nor wait As slothful grovelling spirits do For hint, and sign, and nod, But aye hark unto the voice Of an onward, urging God. Those who start for human glory. For honor and renown, Must aye make, not wait for chances. Nor quake at fortune's frown And aye keep foremost in their soul This truth, no cross, no crown. They must snatch from Victory's hand The laurels when she's slow, Or hesitating where and when Those laurels to bestow. If a knot be tied so hard, they can't Unravel or undo — Like Alexander of old time They'll cut the knot in two. Like the mettled hounds of Actjen They must pursue the game — Not only where are beaten paths — But through thorns, and flood, and flame. Some there are whose powers of mind And energies of soul — Alone through vast difiiculties Develop and unroll. The gold of their character is mixed 'Midst quartz and granite vast, — Such an incorrigible growth — Which to release requires both The hammer and the blast. Like that small oceanic marvel Whose phosphorescent glow — Is only seen and cast at dark Upon the floods below — When they are lashed and driven by 36 THE PRiESIDICIDE. The fury of the storm ; Ay, when the blast and hurricane Their tranquil state deform. Oft men have after knowledge sought "While paths of woe they trod, While penury and want hung o'er them Like Timour's scourging rod. But who forsook her wholesome laws When smiling Fortune came, Sunk on a level with the brutes 'Midst mirth, and folly's train. Like ships that safely ride the waves Through all the tempests shock, That loose their helms when seas are calm And split upon a rock. Had Lais lured Xenocrates To her voluptuous bed — He'd been baser than Demosthenes When he Choeroner fled. "But Chalcedon's old sage stood charms Of woman and of gold — As firmly as the rock the waves That round it roar'd and roll'd. He stood sublime in retitude What e'er his trials were, To guide mankind on virtue's path Was all his thought and care. Be thou like him, where'er thou roamst, Where'er thy feeling flow — Be man and brother to the end — Compassionate the low. What mercies God has shown to thee Do thou to others show, Hide follies of thy fellow men And pity all their woe. And envy no man's earthly weal, For it no hate bestow, But let thy heart with love and zeal For other's welfare glow. Be brave as was Bellerophon When 'midst fell dangers tried^ Bravely perils meet like him Though they hem thee far and wide, But be not haughty, proud, like him. Lest God hurl e own thy pride. XXIIL "Behold, the sun is sinking fast Behind yon mountain grand, But he is only leaving us To light some other land. THE PRiESIDICID'E. 37 And I too now must leave thee here For weary thou must be, Since I have keep thee here so long To listen unto me. But where I go thou canst not know Perchance thou dost not care, Perchance thou thinks, thou ne'er hast spent A day like this so drear. Unless thy mind is dull and slow As Arar's sluggish stream, Thou yet may'st live to see the time Thou wouldst my voice esteem. Farewell, we two shall meet no more Beneath yon rolling sun, No more on this earth our paths Shall e'er together run. But when alone thou art, away From mirth and folly's smile — Then give a thought to this old man Who would thy soul beguile From sin to virtue's hallow'd bower, Think of me a little while ! Farewell, I will not keep thee more, — Though I could tell thee things — That would set all thy soul aglow With grand imaginings, But though we meet no more on earth, Perchance in some bright sphere — Wc journeying may meet again. Afar from earthly care. Then we'll look down on earth our Mortal burial ground. And smile at all the woes that did Once our life surround. For there's a cherished ancient creed That in some solemn clime — Away from sin, and death, and woe, And from the grasp of time, Soul and body shall unite again In everlasting prime. And we'll meet and know each other Within that realm sublime. And 1 trust when I'm call'd away Unto that hallow'd shore — Again to view those loved ones smiles I see on earth no more. And there forever with them dwell Free from all taint of woe, Fill'd with eternal spotless love Nigh ready to o'erflow. And hard methinks would be man's fate 38 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Unless he finds it so, And as the alchemists of yore Unto the flames consigned — The heterogeneous ore To make the gold refined, So with sorrow, toil and triuls While in this world of sin, God purifies man's soul of dross So it his smile may win. And what's a few short days of grief Here in this world below ? Compared to everlasting bliss All mortals yet shall know. They're not worth a thought and man's a fool To growl and grumble so, His heart to God so good and kind Should ever thankful glow. High on some glowing sphere we'll sit And hear the solemn shock, Loud as the hoarded thunder peals That burst o'er Sinai's rock — When God in awful greatness came — And with such glory shone — That not a mortal eye could look That blazing mount upon ; And see this world to atoms torn — And roU'd in floods of fire, And 'midst the crashing elements Here the Almighty's ire. See it in His eternal hand While fire roars and glows — Crush'd as a little grain of sand, And hear its dying throes. While all the startled worlds on high Shall trembling look below. Shouting hosannas unto God — To whom all praise must flow. Oh ! what a storm of prayer and praise Shall be that day begun, And never cease, but ever flow To the Eternal One. From all the myriad, myriad worlds That live in boundless space. And all the white wing'd sainted souls Of every clime and race. Keep thine eye on yon setting sun. Move not thy gaze fnnu him, Until he sinks behind the hills, Though he make thy vision dim — His rays are nothing to the blaze Thine eye shall yet behold — THE PRiESIDICIDE. 39 When heaven's eternal splendors Shall be afore thee roli'd" XXIV. I look'd 'till 'neath the hills the sun In all his glory went, And far along the startled sky His glowing lustres sent. Seldom I've seen so sweet an eve, Balmy winds were piping shrill, And rapidly the waters ran Down the gorges of the hill. Everything was bright and fair And glowing to the eye, All nature was baskins; there Beneath the sunset dye. But little time had I to gaze Upon the scene around, Or mark the bright effulgent blaze With which the sky was crown'd. For suddenly a flood of song Came bursting on mine ears, Sweet, and soft, and grand as music From the eternal spheres. Far away in a vale below The music seem'd to be, "Let's go, let's go," I said "and that Enchanting singer see." But no word in answer came, Nor word, nor sound, nor tone, Around in haste I turn'd and look'd And found I was alone. That mysterious man had gone Whither, and when, I knew notj Unheard, unseen he'd moved away As a phantom from the spot. Well I remember how my brain reel'd When I found it so, It seem'd the blood within my veins That moment ceased to flow. Up and down every winding gorge My eager eyes I bent, Viewed all the landscape o'er and o'er In fear and wonderment. Not one trace of him I saw, Then did fear my soul appall, For evenings mirky mantle O'er the hills began to fall. Down, down the craggy fells I rush'd. Paused not for flood or linn, Panting, throbbing with mortal fear 40 THE PR^SIDICIDE. I strove tLe vale to win — "Whence came those melting tones of song, The sweetest ever yet Where heard since earth and sea began, Or Light and Darkness met. XXY. I reach'd the vale and then I saw A maiden heavenly fair, Dark were her eyes and sheen as stars, And dtrk her flowing hair. Ne'er before so grand a being Upon this world has trod, Oh ! glorious and bright was she As spirit fresh from God. Her brow was fair as ocean's foam When heaving in its pride, Her cheeks were as the northern snows When with a sunset dyed. Adown her heaving breast of snow Her raven tresses stream'd. And 'tween her rosy lips her teeth As purest ivory gleam'd. Her step was soft and easy As the murmur of a song, Light as Flora's when she moves Her choicest flowers among. But how could mortal words essay One half her charms to paint, She queen o'er all in loveliness, In purity a saint. She pure and bright as any yet Who breathed a prayer to God, Sweet, kind and generous as e'er This world of woe have trod. Gentle, candid and serene was she — And knew no craft nor guile, A maiden with a seraph's heart, And with an angel's smile. Oh I years had flown on lightning wings Since last I dared to speak — Or breathe one word to her, although She was as angel meek. For I thought of her as of a star — (So glowing bright she shone) That mortal kind might ne'er approach, But sometimes gaze upon. I never dream'd that I might dare To worship at her shrine. So years had roll'd away since last Her hand was clasped in mine. THE PR^SIDICIDE. 41 I thought to let oblivion roll Its shades eternal o'er my soul, Not with her image shine. But 'gainst her image fair my mind Its doors would never close. And love the while lay sleeping there Like lightning in repose XXVI. She sang in sweet though mournful rhymes, Many sad tales of ancient times, Of love, and war, and woe, She sang of Agaudecca's fall — That sunbeam of fierce Starno's hall Whom Fingal worship'd so ; That for her briglit transcendent charms — He'd singly braved the world in arms, And died or won her smile ; Ay, braved for her the battle front, And like a rock had stood its brunt On stormy flood or isle. Sang how Leander perils braved 'Midst waters wild and grim. And how the lovely Hero mourn'd, And wept and died for him. This is the love for me she cried Pure and for aye sincere, That knows no change what'er betide, All free from guile and fear. That death norany mortal foe Can sully or divide; That flows as doth the torrent flow Adown the mountain's side — Defying hottest suns that glow. And scorching, sultry winds that blow. By them unchanged undried ; And when closed o'er with ice and snow It rushes onward deep below — And cuts its channel wide. Love, constant as the polar beam Ever shining on serene — With one undying fadeless gleam, And like the glory rays that stream From Sol, aye warm and sheen, Though clouds awhile obscure their light — From our dim, weak mortal sight — Behind the mirky screen They glow with everlasting glare. Pure, endless and suhlime, And feel no death or change what'er Through all the lapse of time. 42 THZ PR.E5IDICir>E. xxrn. So o'er lier laxp that maiden sang XTntil the moon's broad beam Aroi=e, and all effiaJgent shone On bin, and marshy and stream ; Ob I boieath that eabn alver light Thrice lorefy did she seem. And briobter than the brightest star ' Her large dark eres did gleam — Fall of hearenfy light and love. And o'er her snow trbite brow There pa^'d a smile so sweet and eafan M^hinks I see it now — All kolj li^t and pnritj — Embl^n of the soul within. Free as the purest saint on nigh Fran taint of woe and an. She seon'd like one of those bright Nymphs That in the dajs of old Were seen bj bolt and £ury spring. Or (m the moonligfat wold ; Thoogb ne'er was Nymph or Naiad one half So Ufretj to behold. XXVILL. Thou Cureat maid I tbiB b^on — That jet mine eye hath seen^ Of all thou art the brightest one That e'er across mj path hath nm, Thoa glowed like the noonday snn AH peerless and serene. There's more of beaofy and of grace Aboot thy lorely form and &ee. Than erown'd the first of wmnan's race, She, who in Eden felL If theegreat ADa onee eoold place Amongst his dark eyed Boiui race Thou wool^t their charms excel ! Art thoa indeed a mortal maid ? Or some bris^ spirit sent From hearen, to this world below ? For oae short season lent To ns poor weary mortals here. — To show what charms are blent Within that g^wing world on high Wiiere dwells no discontent ? Thus I, she started up and tnm'd. Surprised to find me there. Her eyes with anger fiash'd aod burn'd Withoot one agn of fear. .MC^ vt V- 5 K'GVsw irkc- '^•e XXX. a: A- TOO 7 *J^ St •i4 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And harmless as tlie gentlest dove That erst dwelt ia Eden's bowers. And I bead the kuee before thee With heart as faithful true and fond. As ever roam'd o'er land or sea, Or bound in Hymea's holy bonJ. Oh ! my dear and gentle maiden Could I find words so thou might see — How my heart and soul are laden With pure undying love for thee — Thy smile would ever glow for him, Who humbly bows before thee here, Thou wouldst face perils dark and grim To share his earthly bliss or care. And in my soul that love I'll keep, And though I die 'twill burn on still, Strong as the winds of heaven sweep O'er ocean, forest, moor, and hill. And each glowing smile thou hast shed My memory shall ne'er forget, But dwell in it when ocean's bed No longer with its floods is wet. Start not — I'd harm no hair of thy head. Nor do a thing to make thee fret, We've met before, but years have sped On lishtnino; wintrs since last we met, If thou'lt recall a time, long since fled, Me perchance, thou mayst remember yet. But oh dear maid! one thing I seek, 'Twill bind and soothe life's shattered cords, Pardon me, if too plain I speak Nor be thou angry with my words. Thou look'st so gentle good and kind I'll breathe out all my soul to thee. And what I seek, here let me find In her, to whom I bend the knee. XXXI. "I seek a fair and gentle form, A heart from strife and discord free, A spirit loving true and warm To journey on through life with me, I seek a kind and constant friend Who Death alone from me can tear. Who in afiiiction's hour will lend A helping hand to soothe my care. I seek a friend whose gentle voice Can cheer me through life's vale of tears, By whfse side I ever can rrjoice Through youth and through all my old years. T seek a friend within whose eye THE PR^SIDICIDE. An ever equal love I'll see, Who can all earthly care defy And ever joyous lean on me. I seek a pure and saintly guide To lead me to that bless'd shore — Where doubt nor death, nor woes abide, And spirits meet to part no more. And thou sweetest, loveliest soul That ever look'd through human eyes, Assume o'er me thy mild control, For thee my inmost being sighs. Ah, be thou my soothing angel ! Forever by my side through life, I'll shield thee from all sorrows fell As we journey through this world of strife. Let's hand in hand together go, And be each other's comforter — Down life's dark vale of care and woe, Yea, be each others worshipper." XXXII. Silent and still was she I trow, And gazed on earth the while, But oft upon her snowy brow I mark'd a passing smile. Then rising upward like a queen From off a stately throne. Glowing with majesty serene As earth before had never seen And never but that time hath beei Save in heaven alone ; All like an angel in her mein (The grandest ever known) Towards me awhile she deign'd to lea^ RaisiLg her hand as though to screen Those eyes so wondrous dark and sheen, — And with unfaltering tone — Stepping backward on the green, She said "Thou man begone. Begone, haste fly thee hence from me, No more thy nonsense tell^ Thou art some madman just set free — Or broke from prison cell." Then swift and graceful as a fawn — Scared by the shadows of the dawn. Or of the close of day — That suddenly 'lojg its path are drawn, So down the sweet flowery lawn She 'gan to wend her way. 45 46 THE PRJESIDICIDE. XXXIII. Had some angelic spirit come To this vain world below, And borne me up on wiDas of light From all my care and woe ; And placed me on some guudy throne Where I could look around — As king of ocean, earth and man, Where I could hear the sound — By night and day of ceaseless song — Pour'd forth from many a voice. And told me that they sang my praise, And bade me long rejoice. Told me that I was high above All death and woe and sin, That I had won each peerless wish The soul e'er sought to win ; That mine was the priceless dower Of rest and hope within. And when my soul was wrapped in bliss, And extacy divine, While joy tingling ran through every Nerve, pulse, and vein of mine, He had said thou fool, and hurl'd me To the abyss below, And left me with a smile of scorn In agony and woe, I had not felt more deeply grieved Than when I saw her go ! XXXIV. "Stay, stay, all hastily I cried — Alone thou shalt not go. With thee sweet maid I'll wend, let Cause me weal or fellest woe. Grasping her snowy hand in mine I gazed into her eyes. That glow'd with grand astonishment, With terror and surprise. Away with all this fear I said, No harm can thee befall, As safely here thou 'bidest with me As in some guarded hall. Maiden hast thou forgotten him, Who on one stormy day Drag'd thee from yon roaring stream, when Thou in it helpless lay ? Say rememberest thou not him Who rescued thee from death? Who saved thee from yon flood when thou Wert almost void of breath ? And bore thee in his trembling arms THE PR^SIDICIDE. 47 Unto thy hoary sire ? And watch'd o'er thee until he saw All signs of death retire. And he who rushed to save thee then From yonder roaring linn, Would any danger brave with joy So he thy smile might win. Nor think thee, he who saved thee once Would dream to harm thee now, So let all fear be gone, let joy Again light up thy brow. And pause one moment more sweet maid, But do not tremble so, I wish to prove that I am he Then thou art free to go. XXXV. "It was beneath yon stately oak That waves its branches there, That overlooks yon torrent strong, Yon waters deep and clear, I sat that day, waiting my hounds To start some fawn or deer ; 1 heard a splashing in the stream, And shriek of wild despair ; And turning round my gaze, I saw Upon tbat torrent strong — A frail slender bark by the tide Borne rapidly along. And in it sat a female child Divinely bright and fair, Who strove against that torrent fierce Her little bark to steer. I watch'd her till the torrent bore Her towards yon waterfall, I saw her bark then driven o'er, That bark so frail and small ; And saw the waters round it roar In surges white and tall, Made fierce with rains that then did pour, And by the autumn squall. And, struggling through the froth and feam I saw the maid again, I heard one wild piteous scream That thrill'd my soul with pain. All pass'd before me like a dream That flashes through the brain ; I plung'd me in the roaring stream And swam to her amain. One arm around her form I cast, And with the other strove 4§ THE PR^SIDICIDE. To bear her from those surges vast, — That down like demons drove, Foaming beneath the furious blast D.rowning swift that little dove. Oh God ! it seem'd all hope was past Methousht I saw her breathe lier last, When towards yon shallow cove — One long desperate stroke I made With all that energy — Fell Terror brings the wretch to aid — And some how sets him free — Though dangers be around him laid In maddening agony. Then grasp'd the branches of a tree That did o'er the flood incline, Soon hope revived and bounded free. Through all this frame of mine. For soon upon the solid ground I laid her helpless form, Shield'd her from that blast profound, From all that rain and storm. Until I felt her pulse rebound, And felt her heart grow warm. No more dear maid I need to tell, The rest thou may'st remember well ; From death I saved those charms, And then bore thee adown yon dell Unto thy sire's arms. XXXVI. ''But since that half forgotten time. That day of joy and tears, And this eve so lovely and sublime There's a broad span of years. And many changes too have flown O'er earth's diurnal span, Thou hast a lovely maiden grown, And I a bearded man. Never from that hour till this Has thou e'er gazed on me, But it has been my secret bliss To sometimes gaze on thee. And all unseen, unknown by thee I've watch'd thee blooming here, Watch'd thee fond and tenderly, But never ventured near. Watch'd thee as some fair stately tree Within some glowing; scene. Aye crown'd with fountains fresh and free, And with eternal green. And like that tree I've seen thee grow THE PR^SIDICIDE. 49 To loveliness sublime, And long I've watch'd thee bloom and glow In fair and glorious prime. But still I've kept aloof from thee, And view'd thee from af ir. With all that homage pure and true The Indian pays the star, Watch'd thee foudly as Elisha view'd Elijah's burning car. I deem'd thee best of human kind, And such I know thou art, Yea. thou art far above them all As sun and earth apart. As the flower that blooms beside The crater's burning lips, And beautifies the gloomy waste That down in darkness dips, So on this world thou seemst to me, Nor shall time one charm eclipse. So be not angry with me love When unto thee I say, I loved thee so I could no more From thy sweet presence stay. Thy delicious, dream-like harmonies Enticed me here this eve, And ere we part one pitying smile Let me from thee receive," XXXYII. The while I spake her lovely eyes Were beaming full on me. Oft they flash'd with queenly pride. Then shone mild and tenderly. And when I ceased, with low sweet voice She said — "Art thou indeed That little boy who rescued me, When like a helpless reed — I was dash'd along in yonder stream With all its fearful speed ? Who dangers braved for me and saved Me in that time of need ? I've wonder'd what became of him, And where on earth he trod. Oft for his welfare have I pray'd When prayers I breathed to God. But I have always pictured him As at that time he seem'd, A beardless, heroic, stalwart boy, Whose eye with courage beam'd. Scarce can I recognize in thee That boy of by gone days, 50 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Save in the easy dauntless air Thou seemst to have always. Since thou art he, who rescued me From drowning when a child, Who peril'd thy own life for me , 'Midst waters dark and wild, To thee my heart shall always glow With thanks and gratitude. And do whatever time may show For all thy weal and good. And when thou roam est near this spot I will of thee request — That thou wilt call at yonder cot, Thou'lt be a welcomed guest. But time speeds on, the night grows late, And I must move from here, At morn come thou to yonder cot Thou'll find my sire there." XXXVIII. She said and towards her vine-clad cot With stately step she trod, I mark'd her as she moved along O'er the flower and clod. No step so light and true as hers Has press'd earth's glowing sod. Since all the races of mankind Sprung from the hand of God. I mark'd her in her doorway stand All like a vision bright, But ere she closed the door she smiled. And waved her hand good night, Grood night, sweet angel of my heart, I answer'd with a sigh, May God to watch and guard o'er thee Be ever hovering nigh. XXXIX. Ah ! why does that sweet gentle maid Whose bright transcendent smile — Glow'd pure and holy as a saint's All free from every wile — Haunt me in this hour of woe ? Of torture and of pain ? Ah ! why comes she to this sad mind With all her smiles again ? Ah ! why does one so pure and grand Haunt my memory still ? Why do her gentle words and looks Now this vile bosom fill ? She comes because while gazing down The corridor of time, From boyhood's wild and tender years T.PE PR^SIDICIDE. 51 To manhood's sterner prime^ She's the sole one I've met that seemed A being all sublime. She's the loveliest Oasis That memory can find — While travelling o'er that arid waste Of years I've left behind. She's ever shrined amongst my thoughts Like some bright star of eve n, "Which sheds its hallowing light across The azure vault of heaven. And aye before my spirit's gaze — Amidst the realm of dreams — Like moonlight glittering on the sea, lier 'witching beauty gleams. Methinks I can recall her now As in those days gone by, Recall each word she spake to me, Yea, every sweet reply. Methinks I hear her speaking now With voice so sweet and low, As erst she spake, and thrills of joy Would through my being go. I see her at her cottage door. Or roaming o'er her lawn, Graceful, queenly in all her ways, And timid as the fawn. But she is dead, not only her — But every one who e'er — Has seemed to love and cherish me. What e'er my follies were Yea, all those who e'er deigned to look With kindness and with love — On all those vast defects and faults That through my nature rove. XL. Ah, my God ! I remember well That dark and stormy night, When from this world of grief and woe Her spirit took its flight. 'Twas at midnight's solemn hour A stormy night like this — Her spirit soar'd on wings of light And reach'd the realm of bliss. And left me here on earth alone To ever mourn her loss : — Left me a shatter'd helm less wreck With waves and winds to toss. Had God but left her here with me For one short span of years. She would have made me such a man 52 THE PR^SIDICIDE. As seldom here appears, For none have ever lived on earth Who o'er my mind and soul, Could like her such influence gain, Such thorough, vast control. Iler gentle voice had guided me Upon the road to heaven, And for all woe, her sunny smile A healing balm had given. She might have led me if she chose In bonds that would appall — And gall all other men, and I Would ne'er have felt her thrall, — I worshipp'd and I loved her so ; But 'twas not thus to be, Away Grod took her ere the time, Yea, call'd her far from me. XLI. Away, away ye gloomy thoughts. Bring back that happy day, When her and I stood gazing: on The mountain torrent's spray. Ilfcr hand all snowy white and small Was gently clasped in mine, And oft I saw her starry eyes Stol'n-wise upon me shine. I never thought that mortal maid Could thrill my being so — With worship, love, and awe, as then I felt within me glow. Before her on the grassy sod I a pleading captive kneel'd. And pour'd out all my soul to her, Yea, all my love reveal'd. Come, be my soul's far dearest part, The angel of my life, And soothe one weary aching heart Amidst this world of strife. Oh, come, and journey by my side As down life's vale I go ; Oh, be my partner, friend and guide, And charmer of all woe ! For as the loving mother yearns Towards her only child, So aye, to thee my spirit turns With passion almost wild. I'll shield thee from all storm and care And gladden all thy days, And thou shalt be my guiding star Through all life's chcker'd ways. Ah, maiden, say ! oh, let me know ! THE PRiESIDTCIDE. 53 Nor keep me here so long In doubt and agony, thou knowest My love is deep and strong. I know, nought but love and pity Can touch a soul like thine, More than the lightning's fearful flame Could strike the stars divine. I know thou art all good and kind As angels o'er distress. And thou wilt say one little word That all my life will bless ; I ask thee if thou wilt be mine. And, ah ! now answer Yes ! XLII. Glorious day, 0, happy day ! All grand and bright in every way ; The sweetest ever known Through all the mortal span of years That o'er my head have flown. Sorrow and grim Despair were gone, All but bliss and joy were fled ; Hope warm'd and fill'd my heart, Gladness Flapped its wings above my head. ?he turn'd her eyes on me, beaming With love, that knows no shame, Through all my inmost being shot Their pure and holy flame. But all the while my heart hung poised 'Twixt joy and agony, Till with a voice all low and sweet She smiling spake to me. XLiri. "Had I e'er sought a friend to love, To honor and esteem. Above the rest of human kind. Aye, love with all my soul and mind. And second but to Him alone Who sits on heaven's topmost throne, Do not a moment dream — But I had chosen that bold youth Who on that stormy day — Freely peril'd his own life for me Amidst the torrent's spray. Nor could I e'er do aught to thee To cause thy soul distress. And I will share thy earthly lot If 'twill crown thy happiness. Aye hand in hand whate'er betide Through life with thee I'll go, To bless and comfort thee and share 54 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Thy peril, pain or woe." XLTV. There's a time of such joy and bliss Unto all mortals given — They feel as they were lifted up Unto the light of heaven. A time of joy and extacy, Of light and bliss divine, That thrills all the inmost being With rapture pure and fine. As floods of holy light it comes And passes o'er the soul, While it lives and glows years on years Away as moments roll; And all have felt that thrill of bliss That ever lived on earth, Though as lightning in a dark abyss It perished at its birth. And left that heart in gloom profound, Scarr'd with many a bleeding wound, And drearer than before, Yea, left it so that gladness ne'er Within that blighted heart, and sear, Should bloom or blossom more. Here left it all Tithonus-like To ever mourn and pine, And live on in remembrance of That flash of bliss divine. And none e'er felt that thrill of joy 'Neath yon o'er-arching sky. None ever trod this world of woe — Nor yet were born to die — Felt it their inmost being thrill More keen and strong than I. Had all the diamonds of the world, And all its mines of gold And all the pearls on ocean's bed, And wealth of worlds untold. Been sought and gather'd in a pile — And laid before my feet. Not a moment I'd exchanized lliem for Those feelings bright and sweet — I inward felt while there i knelt Upon the grassy sod — Ee'ore that bright heavenly maid, That lovely work of God. And heard her with voice so soft and mild Smiling answer yes, — Say she would aye be mine through life To comfort and to bless. THE PR^SIDICIDE. Then all seem'cl bri2;ht and heavenly Away all but gladness pass'd, I was whelm'd with floods of extacy — As the waters cover o'er the sea, But ah, doom'd short to last! XLV. Oh, God ! must I again recall That njournful scene to view ? Must that last dark trying hour Now visit me anew ? Must I aoain feel all that woe That then I felt and knew ? Such grief as yet by mortal kind Was only known to few. Or if felt by many, few survived To tell what woe and pain — The human heart can bear and feel Ere it is rent in twain. Yet all such grief was felt by me The night her spirit flew — To everlasting joy and bliss, And far from me withdrew. XLVI. 'Twas night, dark night like this, The rain as now did pour, And from their mountain heights I heard The swollen torrents roar. And through the window panes I saw Terrific lightnings glow, And booming over head I heard The thunders come and go. > T stood that night beside her bed — With anguish riven soul, Oh, all her friends were weeping round In utter pain and dole. Death's ghastly hue was on her brow, I felt her pulse, God, I feel it now! It all too plainly show'd, That she was sinking, dying fast, That every hope was gone and past Of her recovery, so vast, So keen her fever glowed. As o'er that much loved dying one My eager eyes I kept — Dark sorrow gather'd round my soul And as a child I wept. I wept, I wept, I who can boast A heart to terror steel'd, A heart as stern as ever went ^5 5C THE PR ESIDICIDE. To any battle field. Ah, yes ! above that much loved one My bitter tears did flow, I felt that sorrow dark and wild — That unutterable woe, That always leaves the spirit cast In agony and gloom, And though it lives for ages here It ne'er again can bloom. Ah, my God 1 ghastly grew her face, Her eyes around did 8wim, Delirious with the fever's pain She writhed in every limb. But soon her agony was o'er, No more we felt her breath, And with a sweet and placid smile She lay in silent death. XLVII. Had an earthquake shook the ground, And stirr'd it to its depths profound. And bade its awful death knell sound ; Had all the world in one dread blast Before me to destruction past, And all the fires of hell and woe Burst forth and round me 'gan to flow With all their scorching maddening glow, I had not felt more deeply riven ]tVith anguish fell and keen — Than when the shades of deaths were driven Around, and closed the scene. All griefs and sorrows of the soul Swell'd up in me beyond control, I strove but could not speak. ^ In silent consternation drown'd, And lethargy of woe profound, All mournfully we gazed around, While tears ran down each cheek. XLVIII. There lay in ghastly silent death The fairest maid that time Through all his flight has seen, cut down In grand and glowing prime. Like some fair flower that has grown To loveliness sublime — That falls beneath the reaper's scythe, Or winter's blast and rime. Yea, she who was my promised bride, And would have been mine soon, Who would have cheer'd me as the sun Illumes the world at noon ; THE PR^WIDICIDE. 57 Who would have ever been to me God noblest, kindest boon. As the Pharos on the mountain's side That lends its kindly ray — The storm beat mariner to guide At night upon his way, So he may safely steer his craft By wh'rlpools fierce and dark. And awful rocks that round him frown. Though storms are howling stark, So she adown the stream of time Had safely guided me, Kept me from all those treacherous rocks That lie amidst life's sea. XLTX. Blow on ye tempests ever blow, Ay, howl on fierce as now — O'er all the startled sea and land And cool my burning brow. For my blood like liquid fire Is sweeping through my form. Grief and remorse tear through my soul Like a relentless storm. Each pain of body and of mind. All woe and agony — E'er felt or known by human kind Now racks and tortures me. For dark sin and critic, here on earth My God has cast me low, Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with all Unutterable woe ; I'm as some goaded beast of old Kept in a cage for show, So that the gaping crowds may see How fierce his rage would glow. Oh, my God ! I cannot bear this pain That darts through form and limb and brain, Have mercy, mercy now, Oh, take away yon spectre grim ! And ease, oh ease my broken limb ! And cool my burning brow ! And oh ! have mercy on my soul When summon'd to Thy throne Let this unutterable woe For all my guilt atone. If I'm to find no mercy there For deeds done in this world, Then may my spirit ever be To dark oblivion hurl'd. But not cast 'midst fiery flames. •58 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And everlasting pain, But aye in some lone quiet spot From Thy dread sight remain. And when that awful day arrives That all the seas and earth — Shall render up their dead, and man Receive another birth. When that last trumpet blast shall sound Through every sea and clime — In notes far louder than the hoard'd Thunders of all time^ "When all the floods and lands shall quail Beneath those peals sublime. And render up their dead to life And everlasting prime, Ay, when all the countless millions That on this earth have trod, Shall burst from death and move before Thy judg jnent throne. Oh, God ! To render up account to Thee For all their deeds on earth, Who knows each secret, hidden crime. And thought, that gave it birth, Ah, may this cruel guilty wretch Remain unsummon'd there! Be hid forever from Thy sight, Nor meet Thy angry stare ! Or if I must be summon'd there Amongst that countless train — And see the one I loved on earth — With all my soul again, Let her not know I'm dyed so dark With foul dishonor's stain. L. Methinks I can recall the scene That melancholy day. When from her cot the funeral train Amidst the mist and autumn raiu, Stretch'd out in long array Far down the narrow vale we wound With solemn step and slow, 'Till we reached the burial ground, VVhere mortals all must go. But oh ! no words can e'er portray The horror and the gloom — I felt while she was lower'd down Into her narrow room. For I had ne'er one mome:it's thought As by her side I trnd — That God had destined her to lie THE PRjESIDICIDE. 59 Benecath the silent sod. Though she was mortal like us all, I could not deem her so, Although I saw her still in death, And cold and white as snow. I never thought her starry eyes Would ever cease to beam. That they on me would ever cease With looks of love to gleam. I never thought her sunny smile On me should cease to pour, That Death would seal her lips and I Would hear her voice no more. If of Death I thought, I ne'er dreamt He'd visit her so soon That her morning sun which rose so fair Would go down ere noon. Nor has her image left my breast One moment of my life, Though I have mix'd 'midst scenes of mirth Where every joy was rife 'i hat earth could boast, though I may've seem'd To every mortal there To 've shared the mirth with equal zest, And seem'd all void of care — Yet grief lay heavy at my heart. Sorrow wrung my breast, — With all her darkest saddest thoughts And phantoms of unrest. LL Men say the body of the sun Is hollow, hard, and cold and dun, A planet of stupendous size But cheerless and all grim. And that light is but a floating Fluid veiling circling him. So oft alas the heart of man Is like it drear and dim, Despite the full electric light — And bliss untouched by sin — Or woe or want, it lives and breathes And hides forever in. LII. Is it a dream ? or do I hear A murmur faint and low ? Sadly it comes unto my ear. As though a spirit now were near Lamenting o'er my woe. Thou ever dear and mourn'd for maid GO THE PR^SIDICIDE. Who slumbers in the tomb, 'Tis thy sweet spirit sighing near O'er all my woe and gloom. Oft methink as through life I've trod, Since thou wert laid beneath the sod Aye, hid from human sight — I've heard thy spirit sighing low — Just as I've turn'd from weal to woe, Felt it strive to keep me right. And if 'tis thee, oh come ! oh come ! And this lost spirit save ; And lead my aching body forth Unto its yawning grave For thee, my bosom yet inurns As fondly as of yore, For thee my soul and being burns With love unknown before ; For thee each thought and feeling yearns That warms my bosom's core, No matter where my footstep turns I love thee more and more. So come to me, in pity come, And if thou hast the power — Then take my spirit forth with thee, Nor leave it here to cower Beneath unutterable woe, For it has suifer'd long, Borne every agony from woe's Deep cutting, burning thong. And plead thou for me in heaven Before the throne of Light, Pray my crimes be all forgiven, And keep my spirit right. If any love thou hast for me Like that thou once didst show, I know thou yet will pity me, And mourn o'er all my woe. Through thy love and that alone I fondly hope to win — Forgiveness for my deeds on earth, For all my crime and sin. For thou will kneel before thy God, And plead forever there To Him for me, yes aye to II im Thou'lt waft thy fervent prayer. And other white wing'd saints thou'lt win To plead to Him with thee^ Till He shall set my weary soul From sin and sorrow free, Plead till I with thee in heaven Shall boundless rapture see. THE PH^SrpiCIDE. Bi, LTII. Ah, my God ! what a strange wild train Of thoughts are sweeping through my brain,' As hot blasts that o'er the desert urge — Seeming to howl the funeral dirge Of some lost caravan — That ne'er from sand billows shall emerge ; So they through my soul and being surge, And mind and body warp and scourge "With all the force they can, And drive me to the utmost verge Fell Grief could ever span. Ay, each thought of fell woe, and gloom Goes tearing through my brain — As the fiery, red Simoom That sweeps the desert plain, Destroying all that dares to bloom, Or wave in gladness there, Keeping all drearer than the tomb Wrapped in horror and despair, LIV. Ah ! will my spirit ne'er emerge From out this trance of woe ? Will rapture never more within This throbbing bosom glow ? Must I feel all this agony Until my dying hour ? Or will it then burn on as now And keep me 'neath its power ? Oh ! had I but the wine cup now To drink my care away. Then would I drain the burning bowl 'Till on the earth I lay — 'Neath its deadening power o'erwhelm'd. Ay, thoroughly o'ercome. Yea I'd drink 'till it should every Thought, nerve, and pain benumb, 'Till like a clod on earth I lay — As senseless and as dumb, Senseless as the carrion o'er which The flies in summer hum. Then would I count me bless'd indeed. And banish from my breast — All these damn'd, dire thoughts and pains, And phantoms of unrest. LV, Ah ! had I never left those hills But lived beside her tomb, Watch'd the early flowers of spring Above it bud and bloom, ^2 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And water'd them with secret tears Till all devouring time — Had bow'd me down, and ta'en my soul To that eternal clime — Where now she dwells in light serene And everlasting prime, Ever rejoicing with her God, A spirit all sublime, T had not lay upon this lair, And mourn'd o'er deeds of crime. Ah, no ! I had not been as now The abject low and vile. Without a thought, without a hope, My sorrow to beguile. Nor hail'd with terror and with dread The coming morning's smile. I had been no murderer low, No felon dark and mean, No traitor of the basest kind That yet the earth has seen. LVI. How gladly would I wander o'er Some strange and savage land once more, Such as those hills in youth I trod. Ere yet aflSiction's scourgins rod, And sin and sorrow's blighting frown Had cast me soul and body down. Could I live o'er my life again There, there I'd ever more remain, All free from woe, and want, and pain. With joy I'd view those works of God, And they should aye by me be trod. For what joy 'mongst those wastes to dwell, And gaze at night upon each fell. As lost in air its brow it rears, As though it propped the starry spheres. When dewy morning lights the world, How sweetly round those peaks are curl'd The golden clouds, how sweet to view When Sol bursts forth with glowing hue — Their silent flight through realm of blue. How sweet to view the sun streak'd snow In avalanches downward go. How sweet to hear the torrents roar, And see them down the mountains pour. How sweet to see the countless trees Tossing their branches to the breeze. All things around, above, below. Seem to say, God has made us so. From hill to hill, all wild and grand; THE PR^SIDICIDE. 03 I'd roam my rifle in my hand ; And list with joy unto the howl Of wolves, as o'er those wastes they prowl. Without a wish, or grief or pain, A hunter I would still remain. Ever strong, sanguine, fresh, and free, No thought or care should trouble me. With spirit, joyous, calm, and mild, I'd hunt the terrors of the wild. Each morn and eve the hills around — With yells of my fierce dogs should sound ; With them I'd search each mountain fen. And rout the panther from his den. With them I'd stop the grizzly bear, And drop the wolf beside his lair. I'd start the beaver in the brake. My gun should sound, his hide I'd take. The robe of many a bufi'alo Should shield me from the winds and snow. My gun should stop the antelope, Upon the mountain's rocky slope ; My hounds and I within my biel On him should make a wholesome meal ; And they should guard me through the night. While I lay down to slumbers light. Ah, yes ! without a want or pain, Would lever there remain ; Roam like the Indian who treads The desert with a smile, And makes the scenes that nature spreads Around, though it be gloom she sheds, His solitude beguile. Face every danger of the wold — At day, or midnight drear, The angry monster fierce and bold. The tempest dreadful to behold. The torrent fell, and winter cold, Without a pang or fear. Like him with spirit buoyant, mild, I'd live the hermet of the wild, Far from the busy world's dull chime, And die at God's appointed time. LVII. My thoughts were never such as these, When free from woe and agonies, From hunger and despair, 1 rose on many a happy night. To charm and glad the soul and sight, Of all the young and fair — Who flock'd unto the theatre. 64 To see se oa z'-i r.i^e. If any nmr wit r ^ ' - -f^'d I eooki their ^ :e. For I isdeed eoa!d ^ -.- : r:. ^: -'! eithfT ? : .^ — At. — 1 ^ r to see me plsj, y : _ - V : " - : _t pan r :: 1 : i . : _ . i " : f . if scrroT lar Asa- M sxToIL, _^'i 7t: -_ r i«r^j I'd roll LYITL Ere~-"- ii-vi - : .i vt.- __Li.. Ti : : . :: — :_: - . .:id. A:: i ^ -.Taia dixt aaerr - _ _ 1 i and love. T-i^: 5e states a«: It -..;.; S~:i It t: ^'-:: to totc- ]RodaiiB, Ere ~: . 1 - ^ r i seorduBg f P::.: -.1.;- -^ -11. Ere :;.T :.. T ^-, - .. ; ^ :~ trrd : land >ell. :m'd to lore a:i TTthaadbe- 7 :- ;-^,^t!&in H mi^ TSaS. PSJESBKEDK 69' I was 1^ I li- ne or '- - - : \ - - _ ' ~ ~ rF< LeKio — - - - A^ - T€9k *-- - - — __. And : - T»s^ - — TbesL " — - - Tfc: - ' ' I w^ To- r - . . -i i. 1 - ; - - - ■ -r^'> SI - - "7^ - -v. la^ .;^- ■ Amiif . : -"- - "^f-r ^ Tksre vas _" 1 TMkk IspMdei . - TMwr ' lillcMk' ■ _ TWa^ A^jctt: R^ - i- — ^•iwigfct J 66 THE PR-ESIDICIDE, And that everlasting glory On tigli "woald be his meed. He thousht it was no shame at all, Xor any act of crime. — But a meritorious deed — All roble and sublime, To wake up strife and murder fell, And breed up discord so. To teach the negro how to strike The foul assassin s blow. At night to urge him on to make The fires of ruin glow, And lay his master's stately home In dust and ashes low. He thought it just that aU the whites Within the South should die. So that the nesro might arise From bonds of slayery. For this, ay solely for that cause He murder's flag unfurld. And swore that he was working good To God and all the world. And so it is with all like him, They always seem to feel, Xo matter what black crime they do, It is an act of weal. They show no sign of grief or dule. For any deed of theirs. No matter how gross, dark and foul, It to the world appears. And although human law and rule Should their fierce heat for carnage cool, And force them to account, Doom them to suffer and to die A death of shame and infamy — Upon the gallows dark and high, Yet with unninchini; nerve and eye — They will the scaffold mount. Feign exuberance of extacy, Swear 'till their latest breath — That mankind carry them to die A noble martyr's death. LIX. Away with thoughts like these, I'll back To that infernal time When I sat with murderers fell And plann'd the cursed crime. That cruel blow that turnd to woe, And darkness dread and strange, The loyal and the leal throughout THE PRiSIDICIDE. 67 Broad Columbia's range. That made her trembling start, as thougli Ai} earthquake shook the world, And her high pinnacle of joj To woe and s^Drrow hurl'd. At. all were happy in the laad Ere that fatal buUet sped, Ere I the treacherous and vile Laid noble Lincoln dead. For every day throughout the land The joyous tidin.'s peal'd — That same vast army of the foe Upon a bloodlesc field Had surrendered to the North, and more Without a blow, or drop of gore Were just about to yield, That soon no trait .r in the land The bloody sword 8h<^.uld wield. All look'd for speedy peace supreme, And rapture unconfined, All hoped that peace right soon again Would o'er the land assume her reign. That the erring states with us amain In loving sisterhood would bind ; And nowhere in the land was seen A dark and sorrow stricken mind. When I the blasting Oyclone rose, Wither d their blooming mirth. Spread gloom like shadow of eclipse That darkens half the earth. As a fire of blight and woe By drivinsr tempests fann'd, The fell tremendous tidings swept Throughout the startled land. And all the nation mourns for him, All mirth has ceased to glow. And from the stately mansions, banes The drapery of wee. Ah ! many a head is bow'd with grief And many an eye is dim. As in the churches o'er the land They sing the funeral hymn. For me each face within the land Is pale with rage and hate, , And if they bad me in their hands I'd meet a ghastly fate. A- ' ' ' r :a this world shall e'er Their .:.....„j; :;;ry tame. They curse me for the deed, and wish Me in hell's hissing flame. Each in his mind prepares some death. 68 THE PR^SIDICIDE. And swears that I stall feel A death of pain unknown before, E'en on the torturing wheel. LX. Ah ! wherefore lie I on this lair And recall such deeds of wronc; ? Why let them round my achinp; brain Like burning Furies throng? "Why let them throb within the brain, Till like a writhing storm Of liquid fi e — the heated blood Goes rushing through my form ! And ghastly phantoms seem to rise And scecr and scoff in glee, And full before my glaring eyes Limn all my infamy. But I must back, and bravely back To that infernal time, When back from Canada T came Big with thoughts of blood and crime. Came as some mirky cloud that looms At noonday on the hill, Surcharged with lightnings dread and fierce, And thunders fell, doom'dsoon to pierce. And boom through half the universe. And spread o'er it a blight and curse, When all is bright and still. Ay, destined for an end far worse, To waste, to slay and blast, The happy nation to submerse In Sorrow's ocean vast. To send o'er it a sable hearse. And agonizing thrill, Just as Victory grand and terse, Brought Rapture, as a healing nurse Each aching breast to fill. 'O LXI. Methinks I can recall the day I left the merry shore Of Canada, where heartily I wish myself once more, But where alas I ne'er again Blay ever hope to tour. Around me on that sunny day Throng'd the plotters of the crime, Ay, they who plann'd and plotted it And fix'd the awful time. Men whose fell spirits only thought Of deeds, of sin and harm, THE PR^SIDICIDE. 69 Deeds that might strike the fiends of hell With terror and alarm, Ay, make them tremble fear and cower, And yet who possess'd the power To draw, and lure, and charm — Some fool like me within their plot Make him their tool and arm. Yea, they were heads of hellish schemes, Fell as those of which a demon dreams, But never once the men — To lift a bold and sturdy hand — To deal a blow in plots they plann'd ; Or face the danger when The spark that into flames they fann'd Swept o'er forest, moor and f-^n. Making Desolation o'er the land Her blasting sable wings expand. They were always missing then Soon as they dropped the burning brand — They forced some tool of theirs When he the brunt of all should stand, Ilim drove in traps and snares, While they far ofi" a sneaking scann'd His tortures and his throes; Nor came with spirit bold and grand To share his griefs and woes. Came not to share with him the crime, Nor help him scape the rack, But aid to damn him through all time — In every age in every clime, And loose hounds upon his track. They think if they should mournful seem Or aught of friendship show, For him who carried out their scheme Of murder vile and low, That every one they met would deem They had a hand in it, And if him they strove to screen From law and justice, suspicion keen Would soon upon them sit, So 'twould be folly most extreme, Foolish as a maniac's dream, All void of sense and wit. So they leave him to his fate Whatever it may be, Ay, to the people's wrath and hate, As they 've abondon'd me. But I remember how they swore To give me help and aid. When ever dangers fell and sore Should be around me laid. 70 THE PRiESIDICIDK. They swore by the eternal God That through all future time — No matter where on earth I trod, Wh:itever deck or clime, That I should feel no scourging rod, Nor mourn the deed of crime. And wealth they swore that I should have, Yea, such vast piles of gold — That Croesus' ample coifers The half could never hold, That soon as I the deed should brave. It should to me be told. And where is it ? and where are they Upon this woeful nighf. ? Far away from me, and perhaps Now laughing at my plight, 'J hey would not give now so much As e'en the widow's mite ; Nor will they lift a hand to save Me from the gallows and the grave. LXII. Ah, ray God I what a fool was I To herd with men so vile, And swallow down each crafty lie They breathed to me the while. Men black with foul dishonor's dye, And stecp'd in craft and guile ; And yet I loved thrse devils sly. And doted on their smile. I deem'd their hearts were warm and true. And that they meant to bear mo through ; They clasped me by the hand — And told me of the plot, and drew Me in the scheme they plann'd. "Now list to us" they thus began, "We know you bold and brave. That ne'er a more courageous man Has ever faced the battle's van, On land or ocean's wave. We know your heart is true as steel. Would ne'er in scenes of danger reel, But be firm as adamant. That you are stalwart brave and leal, And after fame doth pant, And would sooner die than e'er reveal ; What so e'er you swear to conceal ; Though it caused you more of woe than weal — O'er it you would not rant, But onward press with daring zeal, E'en when all other hearts would feel THE PRiESIDICIDE. 71 That hope was not extant. And so we give to you the task To risk the daring deed, To work the plot, and all we ask — That you o'er it will keep a mask, If it should not succeed, Ne'er use so free the burning bowl That it may e'er mislead Your daring reckless tongue and soul, So others may the plot unroll. And bring us into harm ; Do you but act discreet and wise, And we'll take the nation by surprise, And shake it with alarm. Yea, by one bold vigorous blow We will the Northern states o'erthrow, Upset their law and rule, Spread anarchy, and ruin wide, And humble all their strength and pride To weakness, woe and dule ! Now list to what we've schemed and plann'd. The foremost of the Federal land We must assassinate. Lincoln, Johnson, Seward, and all The Cabinet both great and small, Alike must share that fate. The task is easy unto one As bold and brave as you, One who was never known to shun A daring deed, nor fear nor run AVhen dangers round him grew Ay, with some dozen men like you Whose souls in danger's hour are true, Whose nerves are sure and strong. Upon some dark and stormy night You might put all their souls to flight. Send them to endless gloom or light. Then arise in power and might. Be themes for tale and song. Such dread confusion and misrule Mix'd with dark horror and with dule. Such strife and anarchy, Such overthrow of all the laws Will then ensue, that none will pause To seek the monsters who did cause The woe and agony. Ay, all so terrible and dread And fell will be the times — That none will ever dare to seek The authors of the crimes. For each will be afraid to trust 72 THE PR^SIDICIDE. His neighbor at his side, Lest he an archfiend traitor be, And murder, rapine, robbery. Will thunder far and wide. And then if 3-ou'll be bold and brave, And each one of your fierce conclave Would to yourselves be true — You'll fear no fools who dare to rave, And throw the crime on you, And if you find so bold a fool — Soon have him close confined. Him treat to gallows or the knife. And force in every mind — He was an author of the crime. And that you only strive To gUiira and shield your native clime, And keep its laws alive. Soon ynu will scatter in dismay Each secret waspish hive Of men, who aught against you say, Or plots 'gahist you contrive. Do you right fearless seize the helm. And all the reins that guide the realm, Alike of church and ptafe, Nor fear that aught shall you o'crwhelm, Be bold and firm as fate. And soon unto your aid will come The armies of the South, All will be law within the land That issu es from your mouth, Those who hate you will be afraid 'Gainst you to Hit a hand. They will be instantly dismay'd, Soon as they see your friends array'd. And round you take their stand. Thousands will flock unto your aid And keep you in command. All the South will on you confer A blessing through all time, And hail you its deliverer From the sironjr Northern clime. Though the task be easy, it is true Fell dangers hover round, One miss step in it may make us rue And bring us to the ground. Let prudence, caution, selfcontrol, Be aye at your command, See each be a true and trusty soul Who in it takes a hand. Thus kingdoms have been won by men Who had the soul and nerve THE PB^SIDICIDJC 73 To strike for them, ay, men wliom nouglit From high intents could swerve. Men who shall never be forgot, Their aims, nor deeds, nor names, But still across the world shall stream Bright as the Northern flames. Be alike the terror and the dread, And joy of human kind, Their names aye make the tyrant quake, And cheer the martyr's mind. So say you'll undertake the deed And win a deathless name, Win wealthy honor, rank, and power, And everlasting fame." LXIII. I've heard that serpents have the power To draw, and charm, and lure, The lion in their hideous coil And hold him there secure. And that the huntsman far away Though strong, and brave, and bold, They draw beneath their magic spell Within their awful fold. I've heard the Ignis Fatuus Oft dclu'les and misleads men, From off their fair and open path Into some loathsome fen. And that still on they follow it As bound by charm or spell. Until the moss beneath them breaks, And they tread the frightful well. I've heard Caprea's fatal Sirens Far sweeter songs could sing, Than those with which the muses made The courts of heaven ring. And that the seaman far away Who chanced to hear their strain Would needs approach their fatal shore, And die a death of pain. I've heard that poison'd deadly fruit Is sweeter to the taste, And far more pleasing to the eye, Than that which of the fatal dye Is pure, and clean and chaste. I've heard there are men who a charm And spell and power possess, A mysterious influence. Which they throw o'er men, and ever hence Can hold them in duress. And then by look, or nod, or sign, 74 . 'm^ PKiESlDICIDE. With all power and ease — Can make them do and act for them. Ay, lead them where they please. And I believe those treacherous men Who urged me on to crime, Who plann'd the murder dark and foul, And fix'd it S awful time — Possess'd infernal charms and spells — Not own'd by all mankind, Not e'en by all who ever are To deeds of hell inclined. Not e'en by all of those the good And virtuous condemn. For ever since that fatal day That first I met with them — And leagued in their dark schemes of crime, Of horror and of wrath, No power had I to check my course, Or ever shun their path, I \a.y beneath their will and rule As 'neath a serpent's charm, I could not see they urged me on To future woe and harm. They knew I'd ever court the path W here dangers fell were found, Nor e'er one moment pause to see How vast they hover'd round. They knew that I was easy led By artful men like them, So me they profFer'd boundless wealth, A throne and diades]. To prompt me on to dare their schemes Deeds which they fear'd to do, For which they knew full well that I Would ever mourn and rue. But wherefore shnuld they care for that Just so they gain'd their aims, They knew the crime would rest on me And ne'er would taint their names. They knew I was a thoughtless man, A daring wayward fool, The man for them to choose and make Their champion and their tool. LXIV. Men say the age of this round world Is but six thousand years. But through Geology I swear It older far appears. For rocks around this world abound In every sea and clime, THE PR^SIDICIDE. 75 That would have ta'en to form their growth Two million years of time. And if it is two million years Since earth its course began, Since fresh from God's own hand it sprung All molded to His plan — Oh ! what countless, countless millions Of us frail human kind, Must then have lived and died on earth And been to dust consigned. They 've been countless as the grains of sand That lie on ocean's shore, And those that lie in dusert wastes O'er which the Simooms roar, More countless than the drops of rain That now from heaven fall. Numberless as the yearly leaves That crown the forests tall. They've been so vast there's no blade of grass That waves unto the storm, But springs from atoms that erst made up A living human form, And yet I verily believe 'Mongst all those millions vast That through this trying world of woe From life to death have past — There never breathed a blinder fool Than me in every way, Nor men more steep'd iu craft and guile And treacherous than they. LXY. By Heaven, I exclaimed ! I swear To do the thing proposed, • If I fail mav these eyes of mine Ri^ht swift in death be closed. Ay, let me die, torn in a cloud By angry ghosts of men. So that I never pine or die Within a dungeon den. But if I fail 'twill be because The hand of God was near. Opposed the deed, and smote me down With palsy and with fear. A fitter champion than I Ye never could have found. Had ye travel'd o'er all the world, And search'd it round and round. I swear that back I'll never come Till I have braved the deed, And me,ye ne'er again shall see ("6 THE PR^SIDICIDE. If I sTiould not succeed. Yea. never more in Montreal My foot shall tread, my shadow fall, My voice again be heard. And cursed be he within the plot, Yes whether it succeed or not, Who is so void of soul and wit As to betray one leaguea in it. By hint, or deed, or word. Arid if it ever be my fate To meet him once again, Right face to face ia tavern hall, In street or open plain. His life shall answer for the deed. And none will ever know — I gave the s^^rvile pratinc; wretch The swift and fatal blow. If I succeed in this emprise, For by my soul I will, Yea truly as the sua now sinks Uehind yon sombre hill. To every one who gives me aid And shields me from the crime, And will uphold what'er I do At any place or tim<^, I will reward his services, And all his toils repay — With posts of honor, wealth, and power, Give him abroad and ample dower. Dominion and wide sway. I will forget no friend nor foe Who breathes this vital air. So let all a fair warning take • And of their deeds beware. And now I g) to deal the blow, Empire is mine aim, And ere a year goes round, wide o'er The world shall stream my name. Soon as we spring t^ rank and power. And fix ourselves secure. When we our might establish So it shall aye endure — High times we'll have for sport and mirth, Aud pleasures that allure. And charm the soul of mortal man. And if we chance to find The people do not like our rule And 'gainst us set their mind, Then instantly we will d dare War 'gainst some foreign land. And send ofi" our coemics T*^ THE PRiESIDICIDE. 77 To fight upon that strand. England is aye ready for war, 'Gainst her the strife we'll wage, By doing it we will avert The rabble's hate and rage A war with her would last so long 'Twould give us ample time — To fix our selves secure, And free ourselves of crime. No matter how the war might end One thing is true and plain, Hy it we'll thin out those who hate The way we rule and reign. And then meanwhile we'll rise so high In wealth, and rank, and power, That all our foes beneath our frown Will tremble quail and cower. And then not one within the land Would venture or would dare — Ay, think so little of his neck As throw at us a sneer. Or whisper we were guilty of The crime in any way, Or even hint we had no right The realm to rule and sway. And in the eyes of all the wqrld I'll stand so grand and high, That no foreigi power will blend My name with infamy. But yield to me the homage due My rank and power will claim, They'll seek niy love, and shun my rage, And glory in my name. For those whuse souls Ambition stirs To posts of hitih renown, If Fortune standcth by their side, Success their aims should crown, No matter by what cuds they're gain'd — Though it be deadly sin, They're counted hemes by the world Soon as their points they win. But he who Fortune casts aside, Nor aids to gain his aims, Thouiih keenest honor guides him on And all his soul inflames, lie wins the curses of the world, Its hatred and its fruwn, Yea, all his fellowmcn combine To crush and hurl him down. Thief, villain, traitor, wretch and fool, These are the mildest names — 78 THE PR^SIDICIDE. For those whom Fortune favors not, Though high and grand their aims. And now I'll strike with all my might For rank, and wealth, and fame, I'll win or die in the attempt An everlasting name. So farewell, and once more farewell, Let's feel each grasp again, Haste, be quick and swift as lightning, For yonder comes the Train. There, there, 'tis done, — and now I go, E'en though I wend in vain E'en though it brings me less of weal, Than woe and ghastly pain. LXVI. I leap'd upon the Railway Train^ And as it steamM away I cast one anxious look behind. And took my last survey — Of those fell villains who combined As with one heart and with one mind — To make me their victim and their tool, Because I was a reckless fool. As wayward and as bold a man — As e'er midst scenes of horror r:in Since earth and sea tbeir course began. And they sly and sharp as any c'ique — That ever aim'd themselves to pique As masters of all guile ; Yea as ever sought to stand unique In art of subtlest wile ! Whilst gazing on that cunning league Of exiled traitors there. Those basest villains of intrigue That ever trod this sphere ; I saw upon their features play A bright and lively smile, And I was such a thoughtless fool To fancy all the while — They smiled in admiration of My courage prompt and true, That in their souls they reverenced me, With all the homage due — To some bold warrior of old time, Who with sword, shield, and helm, Singly fought the Paynim hosts And did their hordes o'erwhelm. But now I know full well it must Have been a smile of scorn. Of hate, derision and contempt THE PR^SIDICIDE. That did their brows adorn. It was that cunning subtle smile That almost looks sublime. Known to none but mortals of their style, Men who are steeped in craft and guile, Yea, who are alchemists in wile, And every heinous crime, Men sprung from hell's own teeming school Of sin and infamy, Men who can look all mild and cool Whilst plotting felony. And quickly coax some brainless fool To be their champion and their tool, When'er they wish a priceless pool Of blood and carnage spilt, Charm them by some power or spell, To dark malicious deeds of hell. Deeds foul and horrible and fell. And throw a charm o'er guilt. Hell how they must have laugh'd and chuckled In full contempt at me. And ridiculed the brainless wretch Who had not eyes to see — ■ How he was guU'd and humbugged on To be their butt and tool. Great God ! they must have look'd on me As the most rash brain'd fool. The most egregious senseless knave That ever trod on earth, Or fill'd a lone unhonor'd grave Since this wide world had birth. Now part of the foul plot is done, And that part done by me, They must curse me for its failure And sneer in raillery. If there's one galling thing on earth Beyond all other dule, — 'Tis to become the sport and mirth, The jest and ridicule, The serf, the servant, and the slave. The victim and the tool, The butt, the scullion, and the knave, The dupe, and ass, and fool Of surreptitious fiends like these. Men school'd in every crime. That yet the devil tnught to man Through all revolving time. Oh, cursed be all their days on earth ! Ay, every liour they live, May they ne'er feel one ray of mirth, Nor hope one solace give. 79 80 THE PRiESIDICIDE. Cursed be the very air they breathe Through life, aud when they die May flames of woe around them wreathe With tenfold agony. 'Twas they who phuin'd and schemed the way To shed the priceless blood, Take the life of the noblest man That ever since the world began Has gazed on land or flood. Yea, they devised the felon plot, The dark malicious crime, By God and man they shall be cursed Through all revolving time, Ilark ! hark ! a voice rings in my ear, I hear it whisper loud and clear, "Fell devil hold thy curse, Wretch, traitor, villain, murderer, Thy curses to thyself transfer, For Felon thou art worse — Than all that base malicious throng- That plann'd the deed of sin and wrong, Of horror and of gloom. That sent the valiant and the strong Unto the silent tomb, Thine was the arm that dealt the blow. Thine was the hand that laid him low. All cowardly and fell, More cowardly in every wise Than any demon could devise. That ever roam'd through hell. For it thou shall be damn'd and cursed Through all the flight of time, Be deem'd the fiercest fiend and worst, That e'er through hell's barriers burst, And came to practice crime Amongst the suns of men, yes thou With willing heart and smiling brow, Aim'd the fatal bullet at his head, And laid our best and noblest dead, X'ause he strove to keep the nation free Of dark misrule and anarchy, And laid rebellion low ; Because he never injured thee. Nor caused thee aught of woe ! The noble land that gave thee birth, Which above all things on earth — Thou shouldst have loved with heart and soul, Let nought on earth that love control. Thou strovest to crush and overthrow, To ruin and despoil. To hurl in anarchy and woe. THE PRiESIDICIDE. 81 And bloody fierce turmoil. In Danger's deepest^ darkest gurpe, And sea, thou wouldst engulf her, Make Tumult o'er her howl and surge With storms of flame and sulphur. For it by her thou shalt be cursed While her existence runs, Be deem'd the basest and the worst Of all her erring sons. So groan amidst the midnight gloom With anguish fell and vast, Rave, howl above thy empty tomb Unto the roaring blast, For thou shalt meet thy awful doom That is approaching fast." LXVII. ! that this bitter agony Of body and of mind — Would snap in twain the cord of life That binds them in this world of strife, And let them seek and find That rest and respite in the grave, Which death alone can bring, For I would fain believe that creed, That wild imagining, That when the humao body dies. Its immortal soul remains Forever where the carcass lies, Free alike of joys and pains. Without a thrill of joy or weal. Or pang of grim despair, Without a thought of heavenly bliss, Or earthly woe or care, It sits forever gazing on Its carcass 'neath the sod, Or 'neath the wave, unseen of all Except the eye of God. And when liis awful trumpet sounds Through seas and earth's remotest bounds, Calls the dead to life again Yea, all who molder on the world, All who from place to place are hurl'd Within the howling main. Their souls and forms again unite. In serene and endless prime, Then soar to rapture and delight. Freed of all their earthly crime. Forgiven all their deeds on earth, And every thought that gave them birth, Through the eternal love of Him 82 THE PR^SIDICIDE. Who died on Calvery^ Who sits between the Cherubim, And ever there shall be — To plead for guilty man, and all The children of this world, So that their spirits may not be To utter darkness hurl'd. LXVIII. Oh ! that I'd been born a Hindoo chief, Reard 'mongst the Imaus fells, Where the rapid Indus plunges, Bellows throush the flinty dells. And where the blasts and hurricanes In endless fury blow — O'er the terrific avalanche, And everlasting snow. Yea, where those enormous masses To heaven their foreheads throw, And vast eternal shadows fling Across the vales below. Above whose grand stupendous peaks And adamantine walls — Aye eagle unto eagle screams. To vulture vulture calls. Where o'er the torrent broad and deep, And grim, unfathomed gulf, The panther and the tiger leap. And ever howling wulf. I'd wander'd where Jamootri stands Wrapt in his icy shrouds, And where tall Dhaiboon frowns Amidst a night of clouds. Where Kunchinginga's brows are Heights on heights stupendous hurl'd. Where Braiaa sits with wrathful eye And views the erring world. With meteor standard there he sits Wide waves his flowing robe. And never moves his eager eye From off the rolling globe. Like the Hindoo I had gnzod with awe On the cloudcapped height, thought I saw His sublime and awful form And fancied that I he:nd his voice 'Midst torrent and the flood rejoice, The lightning and the storm. Fancied no matter what I did Let it been good or ill — That it was l>rama urged me on And that I worked his will. THE PRiESTDICIDE. 83 Oh ! had I been born a Hindoo, And cradled in their creed, Rocked in superstition's bower, Then I'd been bless'd in deed My mind like theirs would have been train'd To fancy, think and feel, All those I loathed within this world Should perish by my steel. Taught to think every one I loathed Was Brama's mortal foe, And that for Brama's sake and mine I should aye strike him low. That if I chanced to let him live And prosper in this world, If in a dark untimely grave He ne'er by me was hurl'd, That Brama's burning wrath and hate Would ever glow for me^ His eternal bowers of bliss Mine eye should never see. Had I been tutored in that creed, I had not felt as no.w, Dark sorrow had not torn my soul, Nor anguish gloom'd my brow. Instead of seeming base and foul To make a good man bleed — It would have then appear'd to me A just and riijhteous deed. And I had gloried in the act At every move and turn. For it my breast had ever been Bright joy and rapture's urn. And 1 had callous grown to crime As the flinty rocks that sleep — 'Neath everlasting snow upon Himalaya's frozen steep. Oh ! I had never felt remorse For any deed of crime. Conscience would ne'er have smitten me As at this awful time. Curse on these thoughts, I know not why They cleave around me so, I strive to drive them from my mind, But still they come and go. As blasts that o'er the desert waste Are sweeping to and fro. LXIX. When T arrived in Washington Gayly I spent my time, For 'twas an easy task to find. 84 THE PRiESiniCIDK. Men who immediately combined With me to work the crime. The very hour I arrived "Within the fatal town Though it was night, and wild with storms, And rain was pouring down, Right straight to Dame Surratt's I went And told her of the scheme. And how I sought to make the realm With gore and carnage stream. Madame, I said, if I could find Some bold and venturous men, To aid me in the plot, the whole Were sure to prosper then. Nothing would then be left undone In any shape or way, If they were only prompt and true, And did what e'er they swore to do, And would my words obey. For I would fix the time for them To move and strike with me, I to each one will give his ta&k No matter what it be. And we all at the self same time Upon some mirky ni That little lass with sunny eyes, And with the smiling brow, And cheeks that with the rainbow vies. In all its varied tints and dyes Has made your spirit bow 'Neath Cupid's yoke, but cast it off — Nor let it gall your soul, You yet will blush that e'er you were A slave 'neath Lis control. Last night I watched you at the ball, And saw that lass of yours Had you completely 'neath her thrall, She'd not let yeu move from her at all, Nor drink when e'er a toast we'd call, Such things my soul abhors You seem'd to dote upon her smile With all your heart and soul. But cast her from your mind, let Love No more your heart control. Long as you are a slave to Love Your mind will not be free, For Love 's a pest to human kind Both high and low decree. Stealthily it coils round human hearts — As doth the ivy twine Its binding hurtful folds around The tall and stately pine, Ay, it is a treacherous rock Amidst life's whirling stream — On which poor mortals often wreck "When all doth hopeful seem , And your's like all mankind's will die. Yea, perish as a dream. For human love however strong — Its life is very shorty To one like me who's roam'd the world It seems an idle thought. I hold it frailer than the web That little spiders weave ; Tis fools who nurture up the flame — And o'er lost friendships grieve. I hold it as the simplest thing That any man can do — To build his joy on woman's love. Or deem her vows are true. Woman's love is writ in water ; Her vows are traced on sand, Her heart and soul are far away E'en when she gives her hand. And little cares she whom she has 104 THE TR^SIDICIDE. To torture or to please, So she can gratify her wants, And live in sloth and ease. Woman must have been placed on earth Man's comfort to destroy. For ever since she had her birth God turn d to woe and pain his mirth. His rapture, and his joy. Instead of bliss, toil, want, and woe. Must all his life employ She's all his recompense for woe, That peevish, sickening toy. And who slights woman's love cuts deep, Wakes broods of vipers fell — That lie coil'd up in half repose 'Neath blooming asphode-1. If 'tis not true of all the sex, It is of most I ween, The false and sly we often meet, The true are seldom seen. At times they shine amongst their sex Grand, glorious and sheen, ° Like blazing comets in the sky With mighty voids betweea. So follow me, and by my soul Before a year goes round, You shall be rich in gold and lands. Be honor'd andrenown'd. Why fly from Fortune's smile when forth To you she holds her hand ? Why fail to slake your thirst when by The flowing stream you stand ? Now Payne let good or ill betide — Your fortune's mine I swear. If you will aid me in the plot I solemnly declare — Your friend I'll be so long as God My life on earth shall spare. And I'll ne'er sever from your side In danger, woe, nor fear. And more, I solemnly affirm That every one of ye. Who back and aid me in the plot Shall ne'er be shunn'd by me. That is if well they do the thing They undertake to do. And act like men with eense and thought And courage prompt and true. Yea, I will aid and comfort them, Betide it weal or woe, Yea, let us stride to wealth and fame, THE PR^SIDICIDE. 105 Or to the gallows go. What if my numbers be S9 few ? All vast things on this earth we view, But from little atoms sprung and grew To their gigantic size. From little springs vast oceans flow, From little sparks vast fires glow, From acorns mighty forests grow Through which the whirlwind sighs, And little grains of dust and sand Make up the mountains huge and grand That tower to the skies ! And little flakes of fleecy snow That fall upon the mountain's brow — Through heat, and cold, and blast, and storm. The avalanche and glacier form. A little spark explodes the mine, And rocks that some vast mountain line Are from their bases torn. Whole hills by one small spark of flame Igniting with the powder train Are to destruction borne. And one small breath of heat give birth Unto the fierce Simoom, That sweeps along the startled earth Spreading fell blight and gloom. Small rays of light will spread 'till they The whole creation span, And one small microscopic cell Give birth unto a man. Though small the band in which I trust To carry out the deed, Yet surely as we drink this wine It must and will succeed The other day you know you swore Before both God and man, You'd staLd by me through good or ill In any scheme I'd plan, So speak out freely now as then — And say you'll do the thing, Nor let us sit like wordy fools All night here arguing. If you intend to move at all — And strike at my command, You'll hesitate no more, but speak, And reach me forth your hand." LXXXIX. Straight forth he stretch'd his hand to clasp Mine own within his stalwart grasp, And thus he spake to me, 106 THE PRiESIDICIDE. "Yea, Booth, let good or ill betide, I will not sever from thy side, But strike and dare for thee." xc. All was accomplished, Dame Surratt Meanwhile the rest had done, For she got Harold, Atzerodt, Young Arnold and her son, To work the fiendish scheme with me, And help me drive it through ; How she made them consent so soon To help, I never knew. In fact I never cared to know. So did not question her, I was to busy at that time To think that she might err — In picking out the sort of men That such a plot would need, To make it work right surely on, And at all points succeed. But he who seeks by felon means To carry out his aims. It matters not how dark and foul May be the scheme he frames, Some vile woman of her stamp he Should always have in league. For she'll be quicker than a man In cunning sly intrigue. She'll have more wile and artifice, And more persuasive force, More skill in guile and craftiness However fair or coarse — Than all the fiends in shapes of men That roam upon the earth, She'll far more foul crime conceive, Nor fear to give it birth. Let her be fair, or foul, gay or mild. Sweet of temper, or rough and wild, Her tongue in one short hour, — Can coax more of the human race To deeds of horror and disgrace, Than fiendish man however base Could coax in thrice the time and space With all his strength and power. At least I found it so, for while I was persuading one To league with me, Mary Surratt Got three besides her son. In doing it no aid at all Did she from me obtain. TIIK n;.P.SIDICIDK. Thoujih oft had she not aided me With mind and tongue so sharp and slee, I'd fail'd in winning Payne. XCT. Time sped away on lightning wings — Yet slow it pass'd I thought, Each hour seem'd as though it some New doubt and trouble brought. For every dreary day and night Each sound and sight I caught, Seem'd plainly whisper unto me The plotwouM come to naught, One constant deadly fear I had, Which racked me night and day, For it I could not eat nor sleep, I could not sport nor play, It was that some one in the plot Might turn traitor and betray. One rainy night I heard a row Within the street below. Heard the tramp of hurrying feet, Saw torches flash and glow, With fear I shook from head to heel — And sprang from out my bed, I caught my dirk and pistol up And to the window sped. I fancied straight, the plot was known. And they were after me, Yea, that some one had traitor turn'd. Who could the villain be ? Once, twice, 1 fanced that I heard Them call me by my name, A chill ran all my marrow through, Blood curdled through my frame. Black icy horror smote me dumb — • Chill'd nerve, and pulse, and vein, I cocked my loaded pistol quick And put it to my brain. I cannot fight them all methought, And there's not one bare chance For me to fly, escape from them, Should they on me advance. So ere they shall take me living To judge me for the crime, And bring me to the gallows grim I'll end my earthly time. But swift the multitude pass'd on, Without a sign of harm To me or mine, and soon I ceased To tremble with alarm. 107 108 THE PRiESIDICIDE. They were a throng of firemen — With engines rushing on — To some huge fire that far away Beyond my window shone. I heard the fire bells toll forth Their sullen loud ahirra, Back to bed I went, glad 'twas all Imaginary harm. And strove to ease my mind with thoughts That all were firm and true, Who in the plot were leagued with me, Or ought about it knew. XCII. The inauguration day arrived, The day that godlike man — His second term as President O'er this wide realm began. He fairly chosen for that post Of honor, rank, and power, By all his country's truest sons, Her manhood, pride, and flower, Because there was no fitter man To guide her in that hour Of tempest and of storm, within The nation to be found; They knew if he was at the helm All would be safe and sound. They knew him honest and sincere, That they could trust in him, Let the nation's future career Be bright, or dark, and dim. With him they felt as doth the throng Within some noble bark. Though angry billows bellow round, And night is inky dark : And though the furious tempest Shatters masts, shrouds and sail. They feel they need not fear the waves, Nor tremble at the gale, For they have a pilot at the helm Who will not shrink nor quail — How ever fierce the billows toss j And one who ne'er oid fail To guide his vessel safely on By clift and dangerous rock, However dark the night, or fierce The waves and tempest's shock. I saw him on that day come forth And on the terrace stand, Swear before the face of heaven, THE pr>esidicideJ 109 (I saw him raise his hand) That he with faithful heart and soul Would guide and rule the land. That nothing he would leave undone— That God vouchsafed to show — How ho might bind the land again, Make blood&hed cease to flow, Yea, soothe the people's frantic rage, And heal the wounds of war Ease all their misery and woe Within the realm afar. He really seem'd the while he spake — That with all his heart and soul — He longed and yearned and prayed for that To be the end and goal. ]Te looked serene as one whose life In God is rooted fast, A man who feareth naught but God, There faith securely cast. As some firm rocky fort that recks Not flood nor sieire nor storm. So arm'd in faith and lofty pride He rear'd his kingly form. And all of that long while he spake — (Methinks I see it now) Though men by thousands stood around — There was not one I trow — But seem'd to hear his words with joy, And wore a smiling brow, And shouted forth tLeir hearty cheers Soon as he made the vnw. I even Inok'd in many faces Of old friends of mine — Who once declared they hated him, And swore by all divine That it should ever last 'till death, But there I fail d to trace One sign of hate, or yet a sneer, Upon their brow or face. They seem'd to sho-it as hearfy cheers. As those who from the first Had praised, and bless'd that chief, and all His fame and glory nursed. And sooner would have died right out Than e'er his name have cursed. Ay, all around both far and near Look'd happy, bright ans his featnres crawl The while I ga^ed upon him there rd felt no fear at all In taking stire and steady aim, And doing the fell deed, Tea, I"d paused not but done it With all the devil s speed. Each time I gaied on him, he looked All kindly and sincere. Though he ne'er harbored thought nor wish But what the world might hear. Upon his face I failed to trace Ausht but universal love To all hia fellow men on earth. And trust in Gri:>d above. And so I could not slay the man Wbile thus he sazed on me, I eoold not find it in my heart To act so emelly; 'Twould been as parricide done with A fiend's ferocity. XCIX. There was a tavern close at hand To which I hied with speed. There I poured down wine as water To steel me to the deed. Soon I felt it fire my brain, And with it renseanee came. My blood went bouLdins through each vein Like rushing liquid flame. For hate was in me strong as death, And cruel as the grave, Fiery as the Simooms' breaths That o'er Sahara rave ; And jealousy as fierce and fell As ocean's angry wave — That draws the ship-wrect'd seaman towards The Maelstrom's dread abyss. 'Where ghastlj green-eyed monsters war. And Iong-toQ2tied dragons hiss. And where 'midst racing roaring brine The bones of men are toas'd. The bones of ship- wrecked marineiB Through coiuitkas a^es lost. Headlong it spins him round and round, Rejoicing at his doom. Still Barroving at every bound. To that dread brim still closer wound, That rim of spray and spume. Then whirk him in that gulf profound 1^ GrL;.-—-. — ■ " ; EMkaezir. 4 J -r — -^ ilijBMiiHk ^ ■*"rc:. I As ■ ^- — r ■- If --or. El- He ~_ ^ 124 THE PR.TiSIDICIDE. I felt his breath upon my cheek 'Twas fetid arid air — Like that supposed to issue from Dread hell's most foul abyss j An unseen serpent coil'd around My arm, I heard it hiss. Swift, noiseless as the devil moves When on some errand dread, I drew my pistol from my breast And aim'd it at his head. Forth went the bullet through his brain With sad and sullen roar, I saw the crimson blood stream forth, And rush upon the floor. Oh then great God the deed was done ! The blackest deed that earth — Has known or witness'd since the fiends And devil had their birth. I drew my dagger from its sheath And leaped upon the stage, For I was wild and frantic then With demon fear and rage, And Terror strung each thew and nerve With more than human force, With strength that is not of this world ; I was strong as the torrent hurl'd Adown its Alpine course. Fear joined with crime more daring owns By far than courage hath. Courage is not strong nor fierce as Fear, Nor half its strength has Wrath, And had some flame or yawning gulf, Or danger cross'd my path, I'd leapt o'er them, nor paused to think Of any shock nor scath ! So agile and so strong I felt. So desperate and fell, I would have braved the jaws of Death And all the fiends of heil — To clear me but one hour from That dread infernal place, So I might gaze no longer on That slaughtered Chieftain's face And had a thousand sturdy men All armed with sword and spear But strove to block my passage then, Or stop my fierce career. I do most verily believe I had not stood at bay, But through and through their hostile ranks Have hewn my gory way ; THE PR^SIDICIDE. 125 Yea, as the reaper cuts right through The yellow ripened grain And spreads it all in even swaths Along the harvest plain. Or made them fly like ocean's spray When the black squall doth blow, Or like reeds that in the flood-time Spin down the whirling Po. My brain was red-hot liquid flame Like that which seethes in hell, When I leaped forth upon the stage With panther spring and yell. That dread moment I seem'd endowed With strength and terror fell, Crazed and nerved beyond the power Of human voice to tell. For some one I know was hired To out the lights around — Just soon as my pistol fired, Ay, at the very sound, So outward I might safely rush Amidst the gloom profound. But while I ruslied across the stage The place was bright as day, No one had dimmed the lights, it seem'd They shone with brighter ray. Then through the rearward door I went With more than lightning's speed, Then down the narrow street I rushed And vaulted on my steed All had been done as swift as thought, Yea, like a flish of flame I flew in the place, did the deed. Then outward shouting came. 'Twas done so quick, so rapidly, So swift, so sudden, and so free, It even seem'd to me — To be a passing flying dream, And not reality. And when I sprung upon the stage Not one knew what it meant, Not e'en the ones who sat around The slaughtered President, So swift I spvung upon the stage. So swift from it I went, That all that multitude around Sat gaping with surprise. All dumb and mute they sat with Parted lips and straining eyes, Wrapt in such vast astonishment Not one of them could rise. I2() THE PR^SIDICIDE. CT. Deep, deep and fast my rowels sank Within my charger's foamy flank, O'er ditch, and fence, and clift, and meed^ He thu'ider'd on with billow's speed When tempests are abroad ; He flew as though he well could heed The danger of his lord. With spur and rein his flight I cheer'd 'Till morning in the sky appear'd, Then towards a lonely wood I steer'd That stood a mile before There, in his rapid flight I rear'd, And sprung to earth once more. But oh the pain, that smote me then ! Thn keen and bitter pain, It sent a thrill through all my form, I felt it in my brain. When I that fearful leap had made That night unto the stage — Although I did not feel it then Through fear, and haste, and rage, A slender bone within my leg Broke as I touched the floor, And now the points pierced through the skin A half an inch and more. I strove to soothe my broken limb, But all my toil was vain, And Terror mated with Despair Made all my pain more pain. Soon Harold journey'd up to me, Then ofi" to Mudd's we went, Though at each move I made, my wound Pains through my body sent. CII. We went to Mudd's, for well knew he About the dark Conspiracy, We met him at his door. We told him of the murder grim; He strove to set my broken limb, And fix it right once more. But all the while he bent o'er me, He trembled like an aspen tree. And ghastly looked his brow, Nor has he set the bone aright. Perhaps he could not for his fright. Perhaps he knew not how. cm. On, on, I flew o'er field and fen THE PR^SIDICIDE. 127 With Harold by my side, He swore to aid me in my fligKt And be my friend and guide, And lead me throupli these lonely swamps No matter what betide. And in this damp and lonely bield Just ere the night closed in — Just ere this driving storm with all Its fury did begins— Alone he left me here, while he Went forth with trembling tread — To seek among the sons of men One little piece of bread, To ease that craving agony Which at our vitals gnaws. For fell hunger will drive mankind Within the lion's jaws And ah, they must have captured him ! Or else he's gone astray, I know he would not willingly Have stay'd so long away. Ah me ! he must have fallen in The clutches of the law ; And that crowd of flying horsemen That just ere dusk I saw — Scouring along by yonder wood Perchance have taken him. Perchance this very night he hangs Upon 6ome gallows grim. If they have captured him, oh Grod 1 They soon will have me too, For he's not over firm of mind, Nor yet the bravest of mankind, And he may give some clue — To them, so me they may easy find. And me for aye undo. CIV. Oh God ! perchance those horsemen — Or spies are around me now. Hark ! a strange moving then I heard Upon yon maple bough. Men by thousands will be after me And seek me far and near, For a price is set upon my head. Those who capture me alive or dead Will ample fortunes share. Harold I should not have sent for food, Better to starve and die Alone in woe and agony, Than die a death of infamy 128- THE ril.ESIDICIDE. Upon the scaffold bigli. But to DO gallows shall I go, Lost and wretched as I am No such vile disgrace and shame My latest hour shall damn. My soul shall leave its mortal form Midst scenes of strife and battle storm; While blood flows round me red and warm, Midst scenes of smoke and flame, I'll die as doth the lion die — When his young lound him slaughter'd lie. Whose courage and ferocity No earthly force can tame, Who fears not when he sees his foes Surround his bloody den, Who dies while biting, tearing hard 'Moagst dying hounds and men. My soul shall leave its earthly frame As doth the huge volcano's flame Quit the crater with a roar. That sends one sudden blaze of lisht Across the land, then sinks to night And gloom forever more. CV- But ere I sink into the grave Right gladly would I know — If any other in the plot Did dare to strike a blow That night save mo, I fain would know Who was murder'd on that night, And where the rest who leagued with me Have hid or ta'en their flight, For Harold is the only one That I have fix'd my eyes upon— Ever since that tremendous time I went to perpetrate the crime. And left them gaping one and all At me in Dame Surratt's old hall, Half drunk, and ready for a brawl. But they were cowards all at heart, Not much they did I trow. For when I left them there, I saw Fear, stamp'd upon each brow. If aught that night was done by them In shape of felony, 'Twas Dame Surratt who urged them on, They would not strike for me. She may have spurr'd them to the deed, For she was sly and keen, Knew well the way to lead astray Such wretches low and mean. THE PR^SIDICIDE. 129 CVI. Away, away witli thoughts like these, Why think of dogs like them ? They are not worthy e'en to touch The devil's garment hem, Not one of them shall die like me, They are too vile and low — And far too cowardly to fall With face unto their foe. They'll all upon the gallows swing — The scorn of human kind, The hate, derision, and contempt, Of e'en the dark in mind But my fell earthly race shall end, My spirit from its body wend Midst scenes of blood and fire, Amidst the clash and crash of steel, And combat fierce and dire. My hands are on my carbine now. My dagger 'tween my teeth, And they who dare to venture near, A bullet through each heart shall tear, Be each my dagger's sheath. I'll die as doth befit the slayer Of so great a man, Though sorely now I rue the deed As any mortal can. And though I acted cowardly And low and mean, and vile, By sneaking up behind the man And killing in that style. Such cowardice shall not disgrace My latest hour on earth, Ah no ! I shall not so besmirch The land that gave me birth ! His dark, untimely, cruel death The world shall ever mourn, And bards shall sing his worth and fame To ages yet unborn. And they shall tell of him who did The dark atrocious crime, Through it my name shall ever live Through all revolving time. Good nicQ and brave may be forgot, Oblivion aye hide the spot Their dust and fame are nursed. But while men breathe on earth they'll hear With shudders of revenge and fear Of me, the fell, accurs'd. This generation of mankind May seek to hide my name, 130, THE PB^SIDICIDE. j. The next that comes will seek to know Who dealt the fierce tremendous blow, And wrou2;ht the deed of shame. My name like Eratostratus — Though wrapt in blood and crime, Shall live in spite of man and fiend Through all the tide of time. CVII. 'Sdeath ! how fierce the lightnings flash, How dread the thunders boom — The world, a moment's light they give, Then tumult and donee gloom. The tempests howl, the torrents roar In headlong fury by, Oh there is madness on the earth 1 And anger in the sky. And there is madness in my soul. And horror in my mind, Sorrow, Eemorse, and grim Pespair, All visit me combined. As lightning bolts my aching soul They blast, and wound, and tear, Yea, fierce lightning bolts self forged In intramundane air. Ah ! pain and fear and every ill Hold form and soul in thrall. Yea, every ill that e'er was born On this terrestrial ball — Since first it sprung in airy space 'Midst creation's mighty plan — And there before the sun's bright disk Its revolving course began. 'Tis by the sun's magnetic force This world io space is held, By it, earth lives in air, by it From other worlds repeld. And if that empyreal sphere Should wither from the sky — Earth would bolt through space-and in dark Primeval chaos die. So by Faith alone the spirit lives And hopes and trusts in God, If not for Faith dark man's soul would be In its corporeal clod. Faith like the sun that holds and guides And keeps this world aright — Illumes and cheers the soul of man — Else all were hell and ni2;ht. & Earth weighed in God's vast universe 'o But one mere atom lies — THE TRiESIDICIDE. 131 As one of its small grains of sand Placed in a scale with a world more grand And billion times earth's size So every deathless soul of man Though in itsself a world, and 'gan Ere earth's sepulchral clod- Is but a mere slight atom of The all pervading God. He is the centre source and life Of every earth bound soul — All are but mere parts of Him, He's the vast stupendous whole. All atoms, souls, suns, stars, and worlds Are His to sway and rule, He's all wise, benign, beneficent, And man is but a fool. Shall He who from nothing formed All vast ethereal globes — Fill'd them with life, and deck'd them all With grand and glowing robes ! Not cleanse a death ess soul fr(jm crime ! Yea, make it pure again — As first it sprung from llis own hand All free from every stain ? Yea Him to whom no mortal yet Has ever call'd in vain ? CVITI. Blow, blow ye winds forever blow O'er forest, hill and plain, Ay, howl and groan like angry fiends In everlasting pain. And flash ye streams of lightning flash, And roll ye thunders roll, For nothing else this awful night Can cheer my madden'd soul. All my blood like heated lava Is rushing through each vein, And a fell volcano's fire Is pent within my brain. Ten thousand dreadful forms come round — They beckon me away, "%, fly, and hide thyself in hell"' Each spectre seems to say. A long, dark, sad funeral train Aye moves before my eye and brain. Strange sounds ring in mine ear, I see a corpse all pale and white, Whose's eyes still open glare In wrath and rage at me. Oh God ! — I cannot stand their stare 1 lo2 THE PRiESIDICIDE. Ah ! who art thou beside me now ! With sunken cheeks and ghastly brow? And thin and frightful form ? Art thou Death to whom mortals bow In war, peace, shine and storm ? "Who summons to another sphere The children of this earth ? Who o'er men and bensts holds sway From hour of their birth ? If thou art he whom all men fear, Then bid this mortal dark and drear, Rise and mount his funeral bier. Ah, Death I welcome thee! For here I would no longer live. All hell no deeper woes can give Than my past agony. Why leave a wretched cripple here Rack'd with Hunger, Want, and Woe ? Fell Horror, Terror, and Despair ? Mated with Anguish dark and drear ? Ah, take me forth ! [ care not where With thee I have to go, Take me forth thou dreadful power, Let this be my dying hour. Come to a lost and maddened soul, That pants, that struggles for repose, Ah ! bid me haste and reach the goal Where earthly pains and sorrows close ! Aha! the last dim morn has come, — My flame of life burns feebly now ! Death, come Death, all my pains benumb, And smooth my cold and dewy brow. My sands of life are almost run, And grain by grain I feel them go ; Let me not view yon rising sun, 'Twould treble all my ghastly woe ! How dim all things around me grow ! THE BATTLE OF ANTTETAM. A Ballad for the Soldier. BY J. DUNBAR HYLTON. I. Now all ye good men of the Union, With loyal hearts and brave, Who still stand by the gay old flag That still o'er ye doth wave. All ye who for your country's right, And for her Liberty, Would meet the strongest foe that breathes, And die or still be free. Come and make a circle round me, A story I would tell, How we at dread Antietam fought, How gallantly we fell. For I am a war-worn soldier All seamed with grisly scars, A wreck tossed on the shore of peace By raging surge of wars. I've told you how on many a field We've nobly fought and bled. How hot, and grim, with blood and dust We've stalked o'er fields of dead. I've told you how on bank and stream In seasons warm and cold, Northern hosts and Southern legions Joined in their battles bold, 'Till the dark cold waves were flowing Red, thick and warm with blood. Ha, dauntless sons of North and South How we've choked the crimson flood ! I've told you of the fame and glory That gleamed so bright and pure Upon the crests of those who fell On Shilo's cumbered moor. But now your eyes shall open wide As at a trumpet's call, I'll tell you of the fellcst fight, And sternest deed of all. I'm a war-worn soldier, in whom Stern woe with triumph blends ; For I've sought 'mongst the wasted ranks And missed my dearest friends. They all are hushed in death's repose, 'Midst streams of clotted gore, lo4 THE BATTLE OP ANTIETAM. For them, Ruin lay behind us, And Yentreance stalked before. For they were martyrs, those who died Amidst the smoke and flame — And ghastly thunders of the fray, 'Twas for Country's trust and fame ; And honored through all coming time Shall be each hero's name. All ye who live in quiet homes In luxury and ease ; Who never faced the front of war On land or rolling seas; Little ye think how terribly That day the cannon roar'd, How on the ranks of horse and foot The shot and shell was pour'd. Little ye think how fiercely That day the war-horns peal'd, How in the reeking swamps of gore The furious squadron's reel'd; How thick the ghastly limbs of men Were scattered o'er the field. There was no heart in either host. But was to pity steel'd, And well did the chiefs of either host That day their armies wield. For all that skill or force could do To win the ghastly fray, By gallant Lee and brave McClellau Was done that bloody day. II. Oh ! fell and goriest battle That with ruin all outshines, Far surpassing Shilo dread, And Battle of the Pines. How thick the dead lay scattered Along the mountain side. How fast adowa the gullies ran The dark red crimson tide, Until Antietam's rolling fli od With human gore was dyed. For columns with columns mingled fast 'Mid storms of grape and shell And lost forever more, in one Promiscuous carnage fell. in. Oh! well can I recall the scene That dark and starless night, When by ten thousands round we lay Awaiting for the fight. THE BATTLE oF ANTIETAM. ISf) There from all climes beneath the sun Were warriors fierce and strong, Ay, men from every distant isle Had gathered in that throng. But chiefly from our own dear land The gallant squadrons came, To crush the raging civil war, And trample out its flame. They came from where Atlantic billows Thunder, leap and roar, From where the Pacific's waters Lave the proud rocky shore. They came from all the States that boast The red, the white and blue, All those who to the good old flag, Bear loyal hearts and true. And far away o'er hill and valley The Southern host was spread, And with their countless camp fires The cloudy sky was red. IV. Bight glad were we when o'er the gloom The rays of morning reign, And saw Aurora robe in light The hills, and stream and plain. Then beat of drums and cannons roar The grave-like stillness broke. And with one start, and with one shout. The Northern army woke. And far away to left and right Where'er the vision came, So dazzling shone bayonet, sword and lance, The armies seemed on flame. And far away o'er Southern hills Well could the Northmen spy Long moving clouds of swarthy dust Loom up along the sky. And nearer still, and nearer. We saw the black whirlwind come, With loud, glorious trumpet clang, And stormy roll of drum. But little time had we to gaze, On the storm, or Aurora's rays. And mark her beams on armor shine, For we were ordered into line. Bight swift each leader drew his brand While eyes like lightnings glow. And shouted forth his stern command — "Advance upon the foe." 136 THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. V, Now, with banners spread and clamors dread, Either host to gory slaughter sped ; Like a mighty torrent, broad and strong, The Northern army roU'd along With glorious trumpet peal. Like the roar of the sullen deep, When o'er her howling tempests sweep. And on the shores her billows leap, 'Till huge rocks groan and reel. And thunders the while their revel keep With the fell storm below ; So with awful tumult vast and deep, Adown the mountains dark and steep Rushed on the foaming foe, By thousands, horse and foot, they came. With brandished steel and hearts on flame, To the ghastly work of death; And their loud savage wild acclaim, E'en drown'd the trumpet's breath. VL The furious armies met like clouds. Driven by contending storms. When they come surcharged with thunder, And lightnings robe their forms. Columns of smoke hid plain and hill, No eye the sun could scan, And like rivers beneath their feet The gory torrents ran But onward, onward, still they rushed. And wilder grew the din Of hissing shot and bursting shell. And roaring culverin. And awful was the clash of steel, And fierce the war-horns peal'd, And fast in hellish tumult To and fro the armies reel'd. As before contending tempests Is toss'd the howling ocean. So to and fro the battle rock'd In dire, fierce commotion. And thicker still, and thicker. Came down the iron rain, Screaming, bursting, down it came, And hid the field with slain. And fast o'er their slaughter'd comrades The hinder columns flow'd, 'Mid sulphurous gloom they rushed. Save when the mortars glow'd. And louder than the cannons' roar, THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 137 And horrid burst of shell, And armor's clang and horses' tramp Was heard the dying yell. VII. As down the mountains bleak and hoar Impetuous torrents leap and roar, Increased by a thousand rushing rills, They thunder down the echoing hills To the vales below, then o'er the plain Rush foaming to the raging main, So battalion on battalion came, With promiscuous sound Still rushing 'mid the awful gloom Of that affray profound. As when fell Eoreas blows and brings The winter on his icy wings ; Fast from the clouds the sheets of snow Descend, and hide the fields below. So thick, so fast the batteries round Pour'd shot and shell with horrid sound, So thick were driven o'er the crowds, The screeching, burning iron clouds, And as autumnal leaves are strew'd Before the tempest wild and rude. As snow beside the mountain dun Is wasted by the summer sun, So thick, so fast the squadrons fell Before each fatal roar, And whole ranks were hurl'd to atom* Amid a sea of gore. VIII. But deeper still the combat grew Along the hill and vale; And faster still the showers flew Of burning iron haU. Our ranks were backward driven Before the Southern tide, Like chaff before the winds of heaven We flew on every side. As ocean's foaming waves are whirl'd From the strong swarthy coast. So we were broken, backward hurl'd Before the Southern host. Like wolves upon a flying fold The foes came howling on ; Ay, hard upon our broken rear The Souhtern bayonet shone. "All, alas, is lost," each soldier said, And shrieking, panting flew. As in one seething mass we fled. 138 THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. The horrors rose anew. Beneath the strong the weak were thrown, Bruised by their comrades' tiead, And far along the field was strown With dying and with dead. IX. It is a dread and awful hour When all by dust conceal'd, Two armies meet to try their power On fair and open field. It is a dreadful thing to hear, The first dread shock of war; E'en earth doth seem to groan with fear, And rock beneath the jar. Like tempests on the armies go, And burn with one desire, Though cannon roar and mortars nour Their blast of steel and fire ; The horses neigh, the trumpets bray. And rolls the stormy drum ; While with banners spread to ghastly death, The frantic thousands come. Oft doth the soldier hear the groan, And sighs, as 'neath his heel, He treads some comrade of his own, Pierced by the foeman's steel All, all around is carnage drear, Is horror and dismay. And there's a dim, infernal glare. And dire yells in upper air. As though the hosts of hell were there, Waging a ghastly fray. X. Ay, awful is the hour of fight. And terrible to see, Yet still more awful is the flight. Greater far the horrors be When from a ruthless victor foe, The vanquished thousands fly : All crowded in a mass they go. And groan, and bleed and die. Then not a hand is stretched to save. One toil-worn mortal from the grave, For all around is fear. Like the frail reed borne down the wave, That rushes to a darksome cave. Is each poor mortal there. In vain for mercy thousands call. As on the gory earth they fall, THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 139 And there all trampled lie. In vain the thousands shriek for aid, For them no comrade's step is stay'd, To succor is to die. Terror and discord lead the van, And ruin stalks behind. And on their rear their cause of fear, Comes like a burning wind. Yes, let the shock of battle come, With all its clash of steel; Ay, sound the fife, and beat the drum, Let all the war-horns peal ; Let not a cannon's mouth be dumb, And swift their strength reveal. Let all the noise of battle rise. And blend in one great roar. And thicker far than driving hail Let bullets round us pour ; And we are safer 'mid the storm. However stern the fight. Than 'mid the wild terrors that deform Such an unearthly flight. XL Onward we went in dreadful race. By all the foes pursued ; Onward swept the flight and chase, Through glen and mountain wood. Till 'mid the host, a voice was heard — A voice as trumpet loud — And on a steed a form was seen. High o'er the flying crowd. No voice, among the sons of men, But his could stop that flight; Like magic through the ranks it ran. Through that wild ghastly sight. "Ho ! back, ye cowards! back !" he cried ; "What, flying from the foe While on the verge of victory ? Turn, and smite them low ! Back, for the land that gave you birth, Your children and your wives, And those dear ones who suckled ye, And give away your lives ! Take no quarter, and give none; Rush like a burning wind ; Terror shall fly before your path And ruin stalk behind ! Let the winds that pass o'er your graves Tell other climes and years : Freemen ye lived and died — and love 140 THE BATTLE OF AlSTIETAM. Shall wet your tomb with tears I" From man to man, from rank to rank, His words like lightning flew ; They nerved the meanest coward's soul And woke the war anew. McClellan conies! McCIellan comes! The army shouted round, And far away, the rocky hills Returned the joyous sound. Then like a fell destroying storm, Back on the foes we bore. And gave three cheers, which stunn'd Lee's ears, And drown'd the battle's roar. Like a meteor, from rank to rank, Our gallant leader flew ; Where'er the dauntless hero went Right fierce the onslaught grew, Where'er the hottest battle raged, The gallant chief was seen, His visage pale as is the corpse, His eyes as lightning sheen. His words fell like the dews of heaven Upon a parching land ; They urged the strong to deathless deeds, And nerved the weakest hand ; On ! gallant Ricketts. On ! he cried, And take yon mountain ridge; And Burnside — fight on, fight on, And keep the gory Bridge, At every order that he gave, At every burning word From all his fighting host around, A mighty shout was heard. XII. Then loudly fierce Magruder swore. And fiery Jackson storni'd. And on like devils to the fray The Southern cohorts swarm'd. In their midst, on a sn .w-white steed, Their sturdy Lee was seen ; His voice was like the rising gale That stirs the forest green. And like a flashing meteor, That shines through night afar. His flaming sword was waving high, Amid the clcud of war. His soul was a lion clad with wings; He drank joy in with the breath Of fierce, tumultuous battle. And the gloomy dust of death. "On ! on ! to glory, or the tomb !" He cried — " Ye true and brave ; THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM. 141 On, for Liberty and Laws, Or fill a freeman's grave. Press on ! press on ! till every man Lies piled amidst the slaughter, And none are left to bury us, Save mother, wife or daughter." From band to band that stai'k command. Like forked lightning passed ; And then lance, and bayonet, and sword. Rushed on in numbers vast. And then a mighty shout arouse From the Southern multitude, Like the noise of fell blasts that drive Through some wild ancient wood. On Hill and Longstreet roaring flew, 'Mid shrouds of smoke and iron rain, And with ten thousand snorting steeds. Fierce Stuart dashed amain. Though on they came like a heaving flood, Proudly we met the shock ; Aye, still with bristling front we stood, As solid as a rock. But faster still the mortars round Belched forth their awfnl thunder ; Peal on peal they crashing roar'd, 'Till earth seem'd rent asunder. And thickj like burning, driving clouds, The bullets sped through air ; From host to host they hissing flew Upon their dread career. The hoarded thunders of all time, Pealing old p]arth's decay. Will but a low, faint whisper be To the roaring of that fray. XIIL' Now to the right of the Southern. might, Before a narrow pass, A strong and mighty battery stood — Long rows of hollow brass ; Tier upon tier, tube behind tube. The ghastly entrance kept Of that dark vale, and in their wombs A thousand thunders slept But we paused not here our columns, To catch a moment's breath ; Though the road before was leading o'er To the grisly jaws of death. For naught could daunt the Northern soul ! Like a river red and large, Upon that Southern battery We made a furious charge. 142 THE BATTLE OF ANTTETAM. Onward we rusted to take the mound, Though all its cannon roar'd, And red hot iron on our ranks Down like a deluge pour'd. Still pressing onward to the mound The Northern squadrons came, Through wasting storms of shot and shell, And through sulphurous flame. Aye, in vain the mortars pour'd Their floods of steel and fire ; Still, onward to the mound we drew, Nigher still, and nigher, Until slaughter'd battalions fill'd The ghastly trenches round, And bore their stern avengers o'er To the hated Southern mound ; Then hand to hand, in mortal fray, The Northmen met their foes, Blood streamed for blood, death came for death, And blows were heap'd on blows. Fast heads, trunks, and quivering limbs, Splashed in the crimson tide, And many a strong soldier fell His foeman's corse beside. XIY. As the swollen flood of Nile, That overflows its banks, So, o'er the bristling battlement. Poured in the Northern ranks; And fast besiegers and besieged Were mingling in a mass. When in fell rout the Southern bands Went flying up the pass. Fast up the gloomy winding vale Their horrid flight they poured, While at their heels the Northmen flew, With gory, dripping sword. But as we flew, alas ! we drew Within the jaws of hell, For the foes had batteries on hills That overlooked the dell, And suddenly upon us came An awful storm of shell, Such a roar and blaze of lightning From ofi" those mountains came, They seem'd like fell volcanos wrapt In one stupendous flame. It seemed, as though the demons Had risen against us then, And brought the guns of hell to bear THE BATTLE OF ANTIKTAM. Upon the march of men. Upon us fast a hundred guns Belched forth their iron rain ; The vale was dyed with human gore, And piled with heaps of slain. Born away on the battle cloud That path their spirits trod, That dark and awful path that leads To the judg ment-seat of GrOD. Unceasing the fell voUies roared, And fast the iron flew, 'Till night o'er that unearthly scene Her sable mantle threw. O'er the world a sullen darkness fell, Dread chaos all conceal'd, Darkness horrible as all hell Hid sky, and hill, and field. XV. And never night so welcome yet E'er came to mortal man, Or came to hide a battle field Since this vast world began. For, from sunrise until sunset. That battle had not ceased. Nor had a warrior paused to rest. Save those whom death released Of that fierce toil, and those, alas ! Lay round in numbers vast, Mountains of slain were heaped around All gory and aghast. There piled in common carnage lie, Those whom mothers long shall mourn. Those for whom orphans long shall grieve, And widows weep forlorn. Floating in blood, with slaughter'd steeds, They cumber all the ground. Or lie in the roaring waters. Of red Antietam drown'd. Yes, many a home within the land, Some cherished one has there — Whose form no more again they'll see, Nor voice again they'll hear. Nor can the news of victory, One little hour beguile The grief they bear, for those who sleep On Antietam's carnage pile. XVI. Now comrades has a soldier told, In numbers weak and bIow, UP> IM THE BATTLE OF ANTIETAM^ How we at dread Antietam fought, To crush rebellion low. Had I a muse like that of yore Who sung of Hector's fall, Then would I wake a tune and take, And hold your hearts in thrall. Then would I tell how Rickett s storm'd, And won the mountain ridge, And how intrepid Burnside fought, And kept the gory bridge. Tell how they in triumph rear'd the flag, The flag that oft had stood. Waving o'er piles of foemen dead. And fields of streaming blood. Like a fire my song should roar. Through the wild stubborn fray, And paint McCIellan 'midst the sceneg Of horror and dismay. How he led each dire assault And roll'd the war along Should be my theme ; all his cannon Thundering in my song. Amidst the mighty works of war, I'd paint the hero then Such as he was ; a being shining High o'er all other men ; In the fierce battle's foremost line, Should the bold hero stand, Wrath and destruction in his look. And lightning in his hand ; Like Homer's Achilles when he rose To meet the Trojan ire, And rushed amidst ten thousand foes. And made all Troy retire. MY ELLENORE. The rain pours down, the sky is dark, Save when the lightnings flash. The thunders roll, the billows stark, Oft upon our plunging bark. Come with a mighty dash. My comrades all have gone to sleep, And I am left alone. To guide her through the raging deep, MY KLLENORE. 145 And brave the storms that round me sweep With sad and sullen moan. But one thing here, amid this storm, Has force to soothe my care, Hath power to keep my spirit warm. And cheer for aye my weary form, Upon a night so drear. 'Tis thoughts of thee, thou cherished one, My gentle Ellenore; God of the tender, frail and lone. To whom no prayer is breathed unknown, Oh ! guard her evermore, Oh ! keep Thou her from every ill That doth beset mankind : Almighty Father, at whose will, The ocean tosses or lies still, Keep her, body, soul and mind. * Oh ! Thou who formed the trembling land. And made the roaring sea, Within whose strong eternal hand. This world is as a grain of sand. Who through all time shall be, Teach her, through all her joy or pain, Thou'rt God ot all below ; And from the distant land or main, Can'st bring the wanderer home again. And soothe his deepest woe. Teach her to trust in Thee alone — As through life's vale of tears She journey's on ; let no harsh tone, No angry look, disturb or gloom The Sabbath of her years. Father of all, at whose command, Empires fall or rise. Who hold'st the whirlwind in Thy hand. Or bids it waste a trembling land, Unknown to whom nought dies — This night while she kneels before Thy throne. May she by Thee be blest ; And when upon her pillow lone Her weary head to sleep hath gone Still gladden Thou her rest. 146 TO lANTHE. By day, by night, in joy or pain, Whate'er of woe betide, And whether, in this stormy main I sleep, or journey home again, Grod shield my promised bride. TO lANTHE. And so at last the die is cast, And you and I must sever — With all my heart, for my own part, I hope 'twill be forever. You need not cry, nor heave a sigh, For human love is fickle, And yours and mine, though once divine, Has proved like glass as brittle. Why shed a tear that's not sincere ? Ours are no more beguiling ; They do not start from the inward heart, So we shall part a smiling. Since his race began, too frail was man For constant love and wooing, They will deceive all who believe So has man been ever doing. Aye, through all time, in every clime, They've been deceivers ever; One hand on gold and one on mold; To one thing constant never. And women, too, have been untrue. To those who loved them dearly 3 Many a wife has saddened life, Aye, made it dull and dreary. And since true love doth seldom more Within this world of ours, We'er not the first to break and burst The vows of bygone hours. POETS. 147 So let us part with gladsome heart, All grief and anguish smother ; Your love is dead, and mine has fled, The love we bore each other. POETS. Poets are a wild, mysterious race, The world is all their own ; They throw a darkness o'er the brightest place, And make fair the drear and lone ; Their paths are on the bellowing ocean. And by the mountain's side, They give to dead things strength, life and motion, Where others vainly tried. 'Tis theirs the power to soothe the saddest soul. And make it smile at woe ; And over joy a mirky cloud to roll. Making tears of pity flow. 'Tis theirs the power to raise the grovelling mind To grand and noble things, Waft it to virtue's realm, pure, refined, As though on angel's wings. By them, on glory's glowing deathless page, The warrior lives enshrined, His sorrows and his joys, from age to age, Are sung to human kind. They are a mighty and a godlike race. And mortals own their power ; Their fame and glory outlive time and place And earth's loftiest tower. They are a wandering and a wayward throng, Careless of their weal or woes, Their fancy with the whirlwind sweeps along, Or with the lightning glows. 'Tis said the ravens mourn when the war-clad Conqueror yields his breath ; ut all mute and living things And mourn the Poet's death. But all mute and living things on earth are sad PHTHISIS. There's a dread and dire disease — A scourge amongst the race of clay j It rides on every blast and breeze ; O'er all the world it holds its sway. A disease that makes sleep and rest Unrefreshing to the human frame ; 148 PHTHISIS. That makes it ever feel oppressed With some dull sense it cannot name ; Which paints with transient bloom the cheeks, A beautiful, yet morbid glow — Like those red, unnatural streaks, The perished leaves of Autumn show; And gives, at times, the sunken eye Most strange, unearthly gleams of light, And spreads pallor o'er the forehead high, Like the corpse's hue of ghastly white ; But cheerful leaves the mind — no pall Dims or clouds its horizon fair ; It, aye, culls fresh rays of hope from all The ghastly causes of despair. A dread disease, that so prepares Its victim, as it were, for death ; Its mortal parts of grossness clears, Yet thick and heavy makes the breathy And round familiar features throws Aspects and shades refined and strange — Dread, unearthly signs, marks, forms, shows. And tokens of the coming change, A dread disease, whose strong embrace Though twined so tenderly at first — Scarce a victim on the earth's broad face Can from its fatal bondage burst. A dread disease, in which the war Between the body and the soul Is so gradual, quiet, sure, And solemn in its onward roll, That day by day, and grain by grain, The mortal atoms waste away , So that the soul grows light and fain To feel its lightening load decay ; And, feeling immortality At hand, with all its glory rife, Feels a wild thrill of ecstasy — Deems it a new term of mortal life ; A disease in which life and death, aye. So strangely blend, and seem the same, That death takes life's glow, and hue, and ray, And life, death's gaunt and grisly frame. PEN?!A. KAILRGA9 DEFT., YOUi^Q .. Hate, Ut. Issue jyuii t \ * H.E.H. DUPi.. ^*»^ n