Oxford Democrat

POETRY.

For the Democrat,

Resurrection.

I see a fair brow lying in the deep and narrow grave
A smile of holier sweetness than Earth's pleasures

ever gave,

The glossy black hair sweeping round a broad

and smooth woman's brow?

Will that marble beauty haunt me, haunt me ever-

more as now?

The black fringe of the eyelids lieth soft upon the

cheek.

The slender hands are folded with an air all calm

and meek

Laid 'neath the taper fingers, upon the shroud's

thin fold,

Bright summer flowers are lying on the heart so

still and cold

The scarfs still haunt me festooned with many a roll-

ing tear

This type of the soul's beauty was left to slumber

here

By her heart's true chosen sisters, who had soothed

her months of pain,

Trusting in the Resurrection they should see her

good again,

Yet sorrowing for the kindred who far away from

here

Could not see the holy sweetness that forbade each

doubt and fear,

I know not that Earth's sorrows could move more

her spirit high

And death, with her, was so allowed up in perfect

victory

Then earnest children gathered close around the

open grave

And to look upon that sleeping face but fear a mo-

ment's wait

The curtain laid was laid aside, sad faces leaning o'er

Marveled at the solemn beauty they had never

ever before

That fair face lay before us on the deep and narrow

grave

In all the attire of holy sweetness so as pleasure

at her gate,

The dark hair sweeping richly round the brow so

calm and white

O! it was too much of beauty to be buried from

our sight*

The coffin lid was softly closed, the green sod

was laid o'er

That sweet and holy beauty that will haunt me ever

tide

By the kemse of the landy shall we know the

eggurst when

Mad these argad the Tree of Life we weet tha

fare again?

S.

Paris, August 3d, 1854