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IN TENEBKIS: A POEM, 
 
 DELIVERED BEFORE 
 
 THE THIRTEENTH ANNUAL CONTENTION, 
 
 OP THE 
 
 ilk ^si*Jfratern% 
 
 AT 
 
 COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA, DECEMBER 6, 1859. 
 
 BY 
 
 OH^S. F. :^USSEL, 
 
 3^ 
 
 OF NEW YORK. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY ORDER OF THE CONVENTION. 
 
 COLUMBIA, S. C: 
 
 STEAM-POWER PBESS OF C- P. PELHAM. 
 
 1860. 
 

COKRESPONDENCE 
 
 South Carolina College, Feb. 1, 1860. 
 Bro. Chas. p. Russel : The undersigned were appointed a Com- 
 mittee, at the last Convention, to request of you a copy of the admi- 
 rable Poem delivered by you before the Thirteenth Annual Conven- 
 tion of the Delta Psi Fraternity, held in Columbia, South Carolina, 
 Dec. 6th, 1859. It is with a great deal of pleasure that we discharge 
 this duty, and hope that you will gratify the members of the Frater- 
 nity by acceding to their request. 
 
 Your brothers, in Delta Psi bonds, 
 
 FRANCIS S. PARKER, Jr., 
 J. PETIQRU MELLARD, 
 JOHN A. WILSON, 
 
 Committee. 
 
 New York, February 9, 1§60. 
 Brethren : I have received your note, soliciting a copy of the 
 Poem which I had the honor of delivering before the last Annual 
 Convention of our Delta Psi Fraternity. 
 
 Feeling highly complimented by the brethren, as represented by 
 your Committee, I take great pleasure in complying with their request. 
 Believe me, as ever. 
 
 Your brother in A W bonds, 
 
 CHAS. P. RUSSEL. 
 Francis S. Parker, Jr., ") 
 J. Petigru Mellard, [■ Committee. 
 John A. Wilson, J 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Brethren of the Delta Psi ! well-tried and beloved brothers ! 
 Time a written page bas closed, since last we met as now and parted — 
 But however brief the year, within the future there are others 
 Grlorious with hope and promise to the true and noble-hearted ! 
 
 Here our Mother's summons calls us — the fond sons of her selection — 
 Loyal unto her forever, and her generous communion : 
 Joined by power of lofty purpose, and the fire of sworn affection : 
 Firm as iron bands when welded in indissoluble union ! 
 
 From the land whose rugged form in Winter's cold embrace reposes, 
 She hath bade her Northern children unto her maternal bosom, — 
 Here, where Winter's youngest breath is soothed with fragrance of 
 
 the roses. 
 And his age is all bedecked with many a tender orange-blossom ! 
 
 We, of whom His sometimes said (but falsely) that our frames are 
 
 moulded 
 Of a colder clay than that by Southern hot blood animated. 
 Come with open arms, and unto sympathetic breasts are folded, 
 Till from their hearts to our own one common channel is created. 
 
 Kindred thought, and the refined community of lofty feeling, 
 Which together holds mankind in one great fellowship immortal, 
 Is ours — but we claim a more exalted privilege, revealing 
 Love unselfish, standing like an Angel at the soul's bright portal ! 
 
 Each, affiliated, swears affection unto every other ; 
 
 Swears in sickness to bear comfort — in calamity to cherish — 
 
INTEODUCTION. 
 
 Ever to be tender, constant, and forgiving, to his brother, 
 
 And defend him 'gainst the Wrong, although self-sacrificed he perish ! 
 
 Hallowed are our obligations, and our duty is unsordid : 
 And primordial and pure as God and Truth our springs of action — 
 For we know by Love itself Love's recompense is best awarded, 
 In its strong inherent faith, and in its unbought satisfaction. 
 
 Unto all about me here, long separated, and now meeting 
 For a moment — then to part, some but a year, or some forever, 
 Let me offer from a brother's inmost heart a cordial greeting; 
 And bear with me awhile, as I unfold my poor endeavor. 
 
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 'Tis an evening in the time 
 
 When the year hath got its prime ; 
 
 When a thousand fruits have burst 
 
 With juices rich, in which immersed 
 
 Sons of pleasure drown their thirst. 
 
 'Tis an evening in the time 
 
 When the year hath got its prime ; 
 
 When the Rustic garners up 
 
 Laboriously each golden drop 
 
 Of wealth o'erspilling Plenty's cup. 
 
 'Tis an evening in the time 
 
 When the year hath got its prime ; 
 
 Scarce a leaf has fallen yet, 
 
 Nor has the hand of Autumn set 
 
 Its seal of yellow and of red 
 
 That glows upon the leaves ere dead. 
 
 'Tis an evening in the time 
 
 When the year hath got its prime : 
 
 When the tired day soon goes, 
 
 Hastening to its early close. 
 
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Now as the angry sun doth sink 
 
 From off the red horizon's brink, 
 
 Shooting aslant his parting beams 
 
 Through mist that from the rich soil streams, 
 
 His disc huge and distorted seems. 
 
 And as he puts aside his crown 
 
 And glittering raiments, and falls down 
 
 Upon his purple couch, Eve flings 
 
 Across him royal coverings : 
 
 And deftly draws about him close 
 
 His curtains tinted with the rose. 
 
 And leaves him wearied to repose. 
 
 And yet she doth return anon 
 
 Unto his bed to look upon 
 
 His radiant lineaments : and aside 
 
 Drawing the canopy, a tide 
 
 Of splendid lustre from his face 
 
 Doth pour upon her and embrace 
 
 Her form in glory : till her eyes 
 
 Droop their dark lashes to disguise 
 
 Their sudden wonder ; and deep streaks 
 
 Of crimson fire her olive cheeks — 
 
 And quickly with her dusky hand 
 
 She closes in the radiance grand. 
 
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IN TENEBRIS. 
 
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 Then comes tlie Night — the Presence old 
 
 From whose breast the Earth and Heavens rolled ; 
 
 First Chaos called, within whose womb 
 
 Was vast infinity of gloom — 
 
 A void immense, where waves of sound 
 
 Their trembling way had not yet found. 
 
 Then Night and Silence were the same, 
 
 Without a form, without a name. 
 
 But at the Word of God was rent 
 
 This darkness ; and it quick gave vent 
 
 To atoms rolling into space, 
 
 Devoid of shape, nor fixed in place, 
 
 Till, flying each to each, the earth 
 
 And all creation then found birth. 
 
 But as the world in Night's dull breast 
 
 From the beginning had its rest, 
 
 God granted only half the day 
 
 Unto the Sun's resplendent ray. 
 
 The other was on Night bestowed. 
 
 Earth's mother, when she is allowed 
 
 To fold her child in transient sleep. 
 
 And o'er it tender watch to keep 
 
 With myriads of her gleaming eyes 
 
 Flashing upon us from the skies. 
 
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 Now 'tis the hour succeeding eve, 
 
 When tired mortals first receive 
 
 An earnest of the day's reprieve 
 
 From toil. Art thou a denizen 
 
 Of some metropolis, where men 
 
 Bathe in the artificial light 
 
 Which flares upon the unquiet night ? 
 
 Come where our souls may be alone 
 
 With night and nature, all our own. 
 
 Come with me to my cottage, where 
 
 Some freshness lurks amid the air. 
 
 That, blent with fragrance, comes and goes 
 
 O'er many a flower which round us grows. 
 
 There, raise the casement, and go out 
 
 Upon the balcony about 
 
 My house. Now let our enamoured sight 
 
 Drink in the beauty of the Night. 
 
 Just dark enough to see yon range 
 
 Of purple mountains, sad and strange 
 
 In their uncertainty of form; 
 
 Awhile ago the sunbeams warm 
 
 Of day departing threw a glow 
 
 Of heavenly lustre on their brow. 
 
 'Tis gone, and left no trace to shew 
 
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 Its glorious pathway paved with gold ! 
 But where it disappeared a fold 
 Of cloud is hanging grey and cold. 
 
 Soon as the Night invades the skies 
 The constellations all uprise — 
 No moon to bid their lustre pale 
 Behind her thin translucent veil. 
 Lo ! in the heavens the Polar Star 
 Gleams from its frigid home afar : 
 Fixed o'er the Mystery unrevealed, 
 That fearless heroes' blood congealed, 
 And woman's burning tears have sealed. 
 Calmly that piercing Arctic Eye 
 Saw Franklin and his comrades die — 
 But when a Widow's thrilling cry 
 Resounded over all the world, 
 And Sympathy's pure sails, unfurled 
 By hands undaunted, were outspread 
 And consecrated to the Dead, 
 Then wept that Star, unmoved of years- 
 The pole was whitened with its tears ! 
 And tenderly its smile then shone 
 Upon the white and silent zone — 
 
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 12 IN TEISIEBRIS. 
 
 What saw that lonely orb again? 
 
 What bands of stern and gallant men 
 
 From Briton's sea-encircled isle 
 
 Found consolation in its smile ! 
 
 Plunged fearless through the snow-drifts bright — 
 
 Climbed o'er the ice-berg's dizzy height — 
 
 Suffered disease unknown before, 
 
 Yet agony unflinching bore ; 
 
 And oftimes sinking by the way, 
 
 Died uncomplaining as they lay. 
 
 That star looked down on Eoss and Moore, 
 
 On Saunders, Penny, and McClure — 
 
 On Forsyth, Austin, Eichardson, 
 
 On Kennedy and Collinson 
 
 And Ingleficld — a glorious band 
 
 As ever sailed from England's strand ! 
 
 But from Columbia's foreign shore 
 
 The frozen waves what heroes bore ? 
 
 How did that eye gaze bright and warm 
 
 Upon De Haven's noble form ! 
 
 How did that starry eye shine down. 
 
 While Angels, at the Master's throne, 
 
 Were weaving Kane a martyr's crown ! 
 
 O, mighty sacrifice of life 
 
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 Upon the love-shrine of a wife ! 
 "Whose incense of affection steals 
 Up to God's heart, and thence reveals 
 Itself again to earth, refined 
 And all-refining, in the mind 
 Of men who cherish human kind. 
 O, noblest woman of thy race ! 
 In whom no time could e'er efface 
 Thy dear one's memory ! Tho' thy face 
 Has gained deep furrows, and thy hair 
 Is silvered o'er with age and care, 
 Now is at last thy faithful breast 
 By no uncertainty oppressed — 
 Bow unto Heaven thy aged head. 
 And mourn the unreturning dead : 
 Nations shall reverence thee, and Fame 
 Bear the deep impress of thy name ! 
 
 See the horizon of the North, 
 
 How glorious where the Bear gleams forth ! 
 
 That fairy form to Childhood's eye, 
 
 The mighty Dipper of the sky. 
 
 Oft when a boy, entranced, amazed 
 
 At its magnificence, I gazed 
 
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 14 IN TENEBRIS. 
 
 For hours upon it, till my sight 
 
 Grew dim in its refulgent light. 
 
 Then ran Imagination wild : 
 
 And, in the fancy of a child, 
 
 I saw a hand gigantic clasp 
 
 That Dipper in its awful grasp ! 
 
 I looked in terror as its cup 
 
 High in the heavens was lifted up — 
 
 Then in a sea of stars immersed 
 
 It fell ; and, with a burning thirst, 
 
 My frightened eyes beheld it drink 
 
 A million worlds within its brink ! 
 
 Then 'twas upraised again to pour 
 
 Its contents with volcanic roar 
 
 Upon the universe — a stream 
 
 Of liquid fire and hissing steam ! 
 
 I shuddered — woke — 'twas but a dream ! 
 
 Nigh unto Ursa Major, lo ! 
 
 Where Bootes and Acturus glow — 
 
 The herdsman leads his dogs among 
 
 The stars' innumerable throng ; 
 
 And as the hounds behind him walk. 
 
 At the Great Bear they snarl and bark. 
 
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 Next Hercules rears in the West 
 
 His dreadful arm and brawny breast — 
 
 Flies on his burning path, again 
 
 To slay the Lion in his den, 
 
 Or bear from the Hesperides 
 
 The precious bounties of their trees. 
 
 Look how celestial Lyra beams — 
 
 The Harp now silent — yet it seems 
 
 To flash the music which it poured 
 
 When Orpheus touched each quiv'ring cord. 
 
 Next Cygnus comes — the Swan which glides 
 
 Stately through Heaven's milky tides. 
 
 Far in the North King Cepheus stands ; 
 
 His foot upon the pole — his hand 
 
 A sceptre grasping ; he of that band 
 
 Was one, whom Argo bore from Greece 
 
 To Colchis and the golden fleece. 
 
 Near Cepheus, partner of his crown, 
 
 Cassiopeia has her throne ; 
 
 Below, Andromeda, her child, 
 
 Burns with a twinkling radiance mild ; 
 
 Beside her, her Preserver, stands 
 
 Perseus, who bears with gory hands 
 
 The Gorgon's head, upon whose brow 
 
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A thousand writhing serpents glow. 
 Now just uprising in the East 
 The ancient Aries lifts his breast, 
 On whom Chaldean shepherds gazed 
 With reverence as he nightly blazed. 
 Next, to the South, the Archer bends 
 His pliant bow, and oftimes sends 
 Meteor arrows, sharp and bright. 
 Into the swart breast of the Night. 
 
 But see ! where earth and sky unite 
 There steals a soft and glim'ring lighl 
 Like the first coming of the morn 
 Ere yet the blooming day is bom. 
 First the Horizon round it creeps. 
 Then climbs up heaven's glittering steeps 
 Like midnight thief, whose stealthy tread 
 Falls noiseless round his victim's bed. 
 Then from the margin of the North 
 Faint luminous rays dart quickly forth, 
 Shooting their instantaneous beams 
 Half o'er the sky, as when red gleams 
 Gild some far distant thunder-cloud. 
 Whose muffled voice speaks half-aloud. 
 
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 Up to the zenitli and among 
 
 The frightened stars, its cloven tongue 
 
 Aurora Borealis darts ! 
 
 Then draws it back, and then upstarts 
 
 More brilliant from its transient rest ! 
 
 As some volcano's slumb'ring breast 
 
 Bursts, with its pent-up forces rife, 
 
 Magnificently into life ! 
 
 Up to the zenith, and among 
 
 The trembling stars that cloven tongue 
 
 Doth lick the firmament, till Night 
 
 On startled pinions wings her flight 
 
 Before that grand and awful light ! 
 
 Now in one universal glare 
 
 The sky is wrapped, and all the air 
 
 Reflects a lurid radiance down, 
 
 Till on th' astonished earth 'tis thrown ; 
 
 And men, with terror stricken dumb. 
 
 Believe the Day of Wrath is come ! 
 
 Lo ! o'er our heads a rosy shade 
 
 Spreads gently — and the stars all fade 
 
 Insensibly, till they are seen 
 
 Just glimmering behind the screen. 
 
 Then comes, anon, a deeper flush 
 
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 18 IN TENEBEIS. 
 
 Of crimson, rendering the blusli 
 Of rose intenser ; then a hue 
 Of glittering orange, or of blue. 
 Flashes upon th' astounded view ! 
 Then all the shades prismatic gleam 
 In quick succession, till they stream 
 Into a halo, through whose rim 
 Some modest stars are twinkling dim ! 
 Tis as the Hand of God had thrown 
 A thousand rainbows into one I 
 And bidden this to earth reveal 
 His compact with its glorious seal ! 
 Now fades the spectacle away, 
 And Night once more resumes her sway — 
 Again her golden orbs return, 
 And with a deeper lustre burn. 
 
 Dost notice yonder how the air 
 
 Is penetrated by a glare 
 
 As from a smouldering furnace ? There, 
 
 Thy home, the mighty city lies. 
 
 Scarce slumbering, with its many eyes 
 
 Of light yet watching, and its breast 
 
 Of adamant, where is no rest. 
 
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 Througli the wliole night its myriad tongues 
 
 Of iron shout their clam'rous songs 
 
 From lofty spires — each note to tell 
 
 That Fate into th' unfathomed well 
 
 Of th' illimitable past 
 
 Another drop of time has cast. 
 
 But hist ! methinks their voices grow 
 
 More frequent, hoarse, and sullen now — 
 
 And others, which, were mute before, 
 
 Come booming like tlie distant roar 
 
 Of billows 'gainst a lofty shore. 
 
 And from each hoarsely quiv'ring mouth 
 
 In east and west, in north and south, 
 
 Out to the city's farthest verge. 
 
 Rolls o'er Night's sea the stormy surge 
 
 Of turbulent sound — and the dumb ear 
 
 Of slumber wakens — sudden fear 
 
 Disturbs sweet visions, while tlie clear 
 
 Loud warning of the watchman tells 
 
 The dreadful meaning of the bells. 
 
 Look where waves the glowing brand 
 
 Li fierce Desolation's hand. 
 
 Gleaming in her iron clutch. 
 
 Fatal with its kindling touch ! 
 
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 20 IN TEKEBRIS. 
 
 Evil spirits she commands. 
 Stretch on higli their fiery hands ; 
 And betwixt their shining teeth, 
 Exultation as they breathe, 
 Eoar the flames, and hiss, and seethe. 
 Where the loftiest forms of power 
 On such huge foundations tower. 
 That an earthquake well might prove 
 Impotent their strength to move, 
 Now those cruel conquerors rend 
 Stone from stone, and, savage, bend 
 Giant beams, and the huge wall 
 Hurl to earth with thund'ring fall. 
 Now their fiendish work is done — 
 And black crumbling ruins frown 
 Where an hour ago appeared 
 Palaces that years had reared, 
 While the air no more is flushed. 
 And the shouts of men are hushed ; 
 And up from the fabrics crushed 
 The grim, noiseless smoke ascends, 
 Till its lofty column rends 
 Dark clouds into which it blends. 
 
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IN" TEISTEBRIS. 
 
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 How mucli of misery is pent 
 
 In city walls ! What backs are bent, 
 
 Brains racked, souls stifled, feelings cruslied 
 
 By iron weights remorseless pushed 
 
 On feeble frames which chance has thrown 
 
 Irrevocably headlong down ! 
 
 Pale child of Poverty ! the night 
 
 Of circumstance is thine to fight 
 
 Forever, and the golden light 
 
 That streams upon the son of "Wealth 
 
 Is thine to bask in but by stealth ! 
 
 Poor girl, who from the high estate 
 
 Of virtue, inconsiderate. 
 
 Thy innocence to Love gave up, 
 
 And now must drain the bitter cup 
 
 Of Hate and Loathing, thee with might 
 
 Dark Falsehood and Dishonor smite, 
 
 And over thee the horrid night 
 
 Of Ruin flaps its ebon wing. 
 
 As through the crowd its wild cries ring : 
 
 "Room for the Lost, the Lost, Lost Thing ! " 
 
 O, girl! the morning rays will rout 
 
 The shadows of the night without — 
 
 What sun shall pierce thy night of sin ? 
 
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 22 IN TENEBKIS. 
 
 What dawn dispel the night within ? 
 O, spotless woman ! pure and chaste 
 As a white tablet undefaced ! 
 Gaze not disdainfully upon 
 The poor degraded fallen one. 
 Blush at her errors, if thou must — 
 Her weak humanity — ^her trust 
 In man ; her sacrifice of all 
 To passionate love — her final fall ! 
 Thy cheeks reflect her deep disgrace 
 As a clear mirror would the face 
 Of guilt exhibit, and endure, 
 And yet be candid, bright, and pure ! 
 But, blushing, pity — for the tip 
 Of thy white finger could her lip 
 Bufc for a single moment press, 
 'Twere sacred as an angel's dress ! 
 Pity her frailty — shed some light 
 Of sympathy upon her night 
 Of Odium, and Scorn, and Slight — 
 And it shall be reflected back 
 In rays of glory on thy track ! 
 Pity her passion — wipe away 
 Her stains as only woman may, 
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Until her woman's soul shall shine 
 As clear and radiant as thine! 
 
 Turn from the monstrous city, full 
 Of sullen murmurs, with no lull, 
 And how unlike the sweet repose 
 Around us here, that deeper grows 
 As every lessening hour goes. 
 Awhile ago the cricket's trill 
 Shook the dull air with utterance shrill, 
 Or Katydids' contentious song 
 Broke from their dark retreats among. 
 Those plaintive heralds of the night 
 Have ceased their ditties to recite — 
 And, save the moody owl's fierce hoot. 
 Or barking of the restless brute, 
 Or night-hawk shrieking from on high. 
 Or wind's low whisper, or the sigh 
 Of leaves which quiver on the bush. 
 Nature in universal hush 
 Is now composed — no motion mars 
 Th' inactive lull — no discord jars 
 The dark tranquillity — no glare 
 Dissolves the murky tints of air ; 
 
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24 IN TENEBRIS. 
 
 While the dull hours, with stealthy feet, 
 Untold, their solemn round complete. 
 There is a quiet on yon town, 
 That hill-embosomed nestles down 
 In the embrace of swarthy Night. 
 There is a rest upon the bright 
 Majestic river, whose deep tide 
 Kolls into silence as beside 
 The rock its fretful waters glide. 
 
 Now the Angel with dreamy eyes, 
 Dusk Nepenthe, earthward flies 
 Slowly along the shrouded skies. 
 Thickly his ebon locks hang down : 
 Pressed to his brow is a lotus crown ; 
 And his form and noiseless wings are made 
 Of misty grey from twilight's shade. 
 Wearied mortals the advent hail, 
 Silent and calm, of the spirit pale ; 
 His presence is pure — his breath is sweet 
 To broken hearts that in agony beat. . 
 But not alone to the race of men 
 Comes th' oblivious being then — 
 A charge more gentle he has to keep, 
 
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 To touch the flowers with balmy sleep. 
 
 Hidden in air from mortal view, 
 
 The ground he sprinkles with drops of dew ; 
 
 And the delicate essence of repose, 
 
 In the cups of violet and rose 
 
 And their sister plants, serenely flows. 
 
 And as unto its mother's breast 
 
 Turns the babe for its sweetest rest, 
 
 So droop their sensitive leaves to earth, 
 
 "Whose generous bosom gave them birth. 
 
 Smiles the Spirit as falls his spell 
 
 On the fragrant blossoms he loves so well ; 
 
 And he calls his zephyr child to sigh 
 
 Its music where they dreamless lie — 
 
 And he summons the golden stars to shine 
 
 With radiance hallowing and benign. 
 
 Where the sleeping flowers together twine — 
 
 And he floats above them with open wings, 
 
 To guard them in their slumberings. 
 
 Farewell ! fond Night ! my senses feel 
 Nepenthe's languor o'er them steal. 
 Come, Angel with the Lotus crown. 
 Beloved, come ! I am thine own ! 
 
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 26 IN TEISTEBEIS. 
 
 Above me tover — o'er my brow 
 Let Lethe's rapturous waters flow ! 
 Scatter the incense of thy breath 
 Around, dear Brother of pale Death ! 
 Give me to taste thy heavy cup 
 With dark elixir bubbling up — 
 And if thou wilt, transport me where 
 Unhallowed beings haunt the air 
 And faces hideous at me stare ! 
 And all is horror — and 1 start 
 At grim illusions, till my heart 
 Quails with unutterable dread. 
 Or suffer me, beloved, to tread 
 Through scenes of beauty, where my feet 
 Shall wander free o'er meadows sweet 
 "With every flower, and music such 
 As woke at Cynthius' soft touch, 
 Its inspiration round me pour 
 In long harmonious measures ; or 
 Where'er thou wilt — and I will sleep 
 Beneath thy wing — will laugh, or weep, 
 Or mutter loud, or silence keep. 
 As thou shalt bid me. O, divine 
 Spirit somniferous ! I am thine ! 
 
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 AT 
 
 COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA, DECEMBER 6, 1859. 
 
 BY 
 
 CHA.S. F. RXJSSEL, 
 
 OF NEW YORK. 
 
 PUBLISHED BY ORDER OF THE OONVENTIOK 
 
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