Name/Title
Adam's DreamEntry/Object ID
JJA.1938.428Description
This is a handwritten poem titled, "Adam's Dream", dated December 31, 1837. Transcription is as follows: "This passion (dove) hath its floods in the very times of weakness, which are, great prosperity and great adversity; both which times kindle love, make it more foremost, and therefore show it to be the child of Folly" Lord Bacon _______________________ Fair was the scene our every side Rose forest trees in nature's pride; and here their pendant branched shade The living green, and form a glade; There, opening wide, sweet me a dows range Which with each breeze their colors change Afar, an azure lake outspread where the lonely hill uprears the head; and many a streamlet murmurs by And the soft gales there the branches sigh and many a flower of varied hue, Bespangled with the pearly dew Beneath the sun's now riding beams Awakes again from harried dreams; and softly glow, well pleased he while To greet once more his morning smile. They offer incends to their God and laud him from the verdant sod; And every bird outpours his song in one melodious cadence long, And all is joy, spreads, there One hymn of praise to God above. Of all the living one alone Was solitary need forlorn, As Adam waked him from his dreams! Sweet hour! for by his side did seem A creature still more bright & fair Than all the wonders run him there; Like him, - yet it was softer still, as the evening shadow on the Hill When the sun sinks down in the western sky And not a single cloud is nigh And as he spoke & utterance gave To thoughts now ______________ & now grass And as he praised the scene around And as he listed to the sound Of nature reveling in delight He saw its ______________ beam with new light And in its face soft response given As varying as the clouds of Heaven And when it answered sounds more soft Than those to which he listened oft When day full with its shadowy light all meekly melted into might And the wind was singing to the trees And homeward turned the weary bees And the murmuring brook with its calm sweet tone Bid farewell to the hours gone And the Bird of eve, midst his spicy groves, Sung his every chant to her he loves Came from its lips and as he gazed still Thro' out his heart there shot an unknown thrill and as his heart with ardour glowed He woke, it woke to solitude. yet twas so charming that he thought which it was still there & that it still did smile And that its eye did beam with luster bright in softness far exceed the using light And then he wished it were the close of day To see that once again which now glides quick away. Tis thus fair maid! That in the poet's trance I see thy very lips , thine eyes bright glance; I read a mind stamped on that __________ of now That was to Heaven above, and spurns this world below And I can see a thousands hopes and fears, A thousand sunny smiles, a thousand burning tears And many a friendship doomed to end in pain and many a friend afar, nare more to meet again; And all the cold & chilly winds that move To darkness I despair, a heart of love. But oh! may God protect thee in thy way And may his love shine round thee, never ceasing day! Oh! may shield thee through the storm of life Guard thee from this world's peril, Satan's strife. And fix your heart on dwells above With all your soul absorbed in his most wondrous love! Farewell sweetmaid! Unknown, I know thee not, To meet thee here below can never by my lot and I to thee shall be a thing of not A transient meteor, scarcely worth a thought, and then will soon forget, nor think it worth To cast one moments thought, with To me, for then thou has been a gleam Of sunshine bursting through darksome dream. And I have hear thy voice, and hasn't seen thy smile, And lonely and in pain have cryed awhile To gaze upon the darksome waves that roar And burst in fury on my lone life's shore. Then fare thee well! And in that dreadful hour when God to judge the world shall come in power, And as a mist before the light of day the heaven's. The stars, this earth shall fade away. And saints triumphant, clad with glory, rise To hail their Savior seated on the skies, Oh thus mayest thou cleansed by his saving blood Stand at his right hand, midst the friends of God. Honoraim New York, Dec. 31, 1837."Collection
L. S. Tyler CollectionMade/Created
Date made
1837 - 1837Notes
Date: December 31, 1837Lexicon
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9-3/4 inWidth
15-1/2 in