From the Olive Branch
The Rum.Seller'S Dream.
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Wearied by toll and care, sought my couch,
In hopes to rest myself and take repose;
But ere | slept, my meditations ran
Upon schemes to advance my worldly gains:
But this was only adding fuel to
The flame; that base and sordid fame. love Of
Gold, which scathes, and then destroys the no


blest


Feelings of the soul. My heart was wed to
Gain. kdid not ask or care how many
Fell, to rise no more. only sought to
Know my Golfers fill'd If conscience ask'd, or
Said word, turned away, or bid
Him soon depart as some unbidden guest.
Thus, twas late at night, feel asleep, and
In my sleep had a dream! Oh, what
Dream was that. | never shall forget those
Direful scenes saw, and what heard. They
Were beyond the power of mortal man to
Paint, or tongue to tell. Only in part
Can describe, and family shadow forth my
Trembling, dread, and horror at that hour.
Methoughta sound heard, when full before
My view, sublime in pow'r an angel stood
Upon the dark wave, and, too, upon the
Land. Far above him saw him raise his hand.
I heard him swear by the Eternal throne,
That Times last hour had come, when every
Grave did burst Earth's foundation shook; the
Deed broad ocean too, added her countless


hosts


With dread amaze stood transfixed and could
Not flee. All, all around me thronged the
Evidence of my fearful guilt and shame.
On either side were blighted hopes and broken
Hearted wives. There the dreadful ruin /
Had wrought, was written in characters Of
Fire and blood. There, there, | saw the dread


full


Wreak I'd made, by doing out the steep'd
\Io.ob;o oF +bo dorly informal pit
Conscience, that long had slept, then awoke to
For it seemed on that short night, I'd pass'd
A thousand times ten thousand years in woe;
And onward as those years advanced, a
Thousand fold seemed added to my pain,
When, to my greatest joy, the morning light
Beamed FORTH the vision fied-my life was
Spared, that might flee the wrath to come.


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