THE OHIO.

WRITTEN FOR THE ADVOCATE.

 LOS TEMP POS.
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 CAsTo VI. Oh Woman star of iife's enciouded hoa-

 venl dedicate myself to thee again! Oh woman for mans guardian angel giy- Thou to the heart art like the summer

 rain, Or gentle dew that falls at morn at even, Soother of wo! remover of our pain Beanteous, and changing, like the sunset

 hue, Idedicate myself again to you. Myself, my pen-my heart, my hand-yea

 all, All that have, tho it be yalueiess, Despise it not, altho' the gift be small swear my worship by the floating tress, The shower of light that from thine eye

 doth fall, Soothing the heart and its dim loneliness Ky every thing otharial and human, Which goes to make thee deity-oh wo-

 man! Man fell for thee, oh woman! It is said And when l look on thee 1t seems but

 slight, This loss of heaven-for thee too, man 

 hath fled, And sunk in deaths eternal misty sleep; For thee he hath from fame and honor fled, i, And courted shame, disgrace and wo but

 light, So he might hold thee, woman! to his

 heart And be consoled by thy al! gentiing art. Thou hast inspired the poets sweetest

 songs, And he who hath not bowed before thy

 shrine, Glowed in thy love--and saddened for thy

 wrongs, Is no fit slave of poetry dlvine-- To thee the warriors cimetar belongs, And leaves the scabbard when the call IS

 thine And thou hast kingdoms, empires over

 thrown, By that fine magic which is all thine own. Thou art the soother of the sad mans

 drezns, And eomest oa him when the night IS still, Laying thy fingers like the etherial beams Of sunshine, on his brow of pain-until Beneath their influence again he deems That he is happy--and glad tears distl Away the sadness of his wasted soul, And, when the daylight on his eye doth

 roll, The memory of the vision still is sweet, And makes his sorrows more benign and

 calm. Thou to the weary travellers aching feet Addest new strength, whence with open

 palm The fancy comes, and woman seems to

 greet; And then he hears unmoved the thunder

 psalm, And the stern winds gathering la

 ment, hnd feels pleasure with US terror bient. So hast thou been to me--when l have

 stood, Upon tue eternal mountains snowy peak, The upper ether's noiseless solitude, Where l have felt most lonely and most

 weak, Amid the snows which there all seasons

 brood, And nurse the streams that far below out

 break, Then thou hast filled the trosblous eye of

 the mind, And cheered the heart which was before

 so blind. When have stood my long and weary

 guard, Upon the broad iHimitable plain, And yainly looked the eastern marge to-

 ward; When not star peered out behind the

 mane Of the gray cioud-then, from the world

 debarred, Then. fancy has upon me tossed her chain, And have seen again the starry eyes. To gain whose love, life were small sacri-

 fec. And since I've Jeff my houseless wander

 ing, And come again to live amid mankind, And toil, and toll, and to my letters cling, Cropping my graveyard path like one eye

 blind, Since then, oh woman! thou hast been the

 thing, Which hath upheld my heart, and braced

 my mind, And kept me struggling onward with the

 world, Like lone wave amid tho breakers hurl-

 ed. For, far amid the aisles of memory. I see the shrines which l did bow before, While standing in the edge of life's gay

 sea, And playing with it's waves-the loved of

 yore- And they have still wakening power on

 me, And people still the heart which once they

 wore Al f Al