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Show TO PEBDITA. . The follon-irig poem, which appear, in the August number of the Old am Nao, is irom the pen of Mrs. Sara! Helen V, human, of Provident th 'Helen" of Edgar Poe. Long aim. s ihe legend runs. Poe saw Mrs. Whit man, then a beautiful voung widow aud seeing, loved her. They were engaged en-gaged to be married, and the wedding day was filed, when his wild intemperance intemper-ance separated them. But this old woman, whom poet has loved, has been faithful to his memory. She has written a book in defenoe of her lost lover, showiog that Bho remembers only the nobler parts of his life and character : What hold, my dreamy eye, in thrall J A somber picture on tte wall ; A ftotuber picture, weird and cold. That dims tbe dayliaht' morning gold. A Hra., grown rampart, Hftlop- high Iu re-dy fringe aglnsi the sky U.'lloU tn lis o'erebadowlag sloom The semblance of. molderlog tomb-Upon tomb-Upon tbo tablet, tide by side, 111 pomp ofold heraldic jjnde. Two eculctcred "cures lvlnB stark Aud numbwttnju tbo glimmering dark. A raven on tbe mold.ring tomb Anowjot Hitting through tbo gloom. Th. t ' T I'?' """"inn '"n that leem. The ghost of long-forgotten dreataa ; In ibe blah rampart an old doot tl bero niglii wmd. enter ; notldng more. Why doth it hold (blue eye in thrall Tina somber picture on the wall, That dim. the dnyligbf. glad return. And shriaotbdarkuees like an urn I I, tboro within thy heart a grave O'er which the wiuils of memory niTC Where, sepulchred In marble pride. ' Tby dead bopca .lumber.ide by eido Lost to the future', dawuiuz llgbt ' And sbriocd in inimortil nigbt! ' Ah, never hope ofthineeb.il eleep 11 ithln oblivion, donjon-keep, Tby dreams were born lo .Jiir afar Beioiid tho morning's purple star: Thy loyal heart shall recreate From loss aud wrong a loftier fate Tby own deep heart r f love illume Thy life with love's Immortal bloom On thy wbita brow, absolved from blame A sbining stone, wltha new name Shall Hood tho dark with living ilame-Thy ilame-Thy lite, a perfume and a prayer, ' With my.uc fragrance fill the air and all thy buried bo,cs ahull rise Transfigured into d..iinin. |