PASSION, and pride, and terror!--ye are traced/ In fearful characters on that young brow!/ Resolve, despair, and doubt, upon that lip,/ And speechless agony, with woman's love/ Are striving; while those flashing orbs, half-frantic,/ And enclasping hands, to Heaven are raised,/ . . . The low wind,/ in spirit-whisp'rings, rises on the night;/ And, softly stirring through those dusky curls,/ Uplifts them from a brow as wild as they--/ Oh, love and beauty! fatal gifts are ye!/ Ever to woman--often thus to all!/ Silent tears,--affections unrequited,--/ . . . She reads despair/ In the dark purpose of that up-rais'd hand:/ And the deep gloom upon that troubled cheek,--/ The stern compressure of those bloodless lips,--/ That pallid brow convuls'd,--speak to her heart/ An eloquence of pleading, words know not./ The woman-wish to bless,--the deep desire to pour her wealth of untold tenderness/ On one fond breast,--hath conquered evermore--/ Will conquer now! [Pp. 9-10.]
Lilly Martin, Marietta Artist. 1841. By Edmund Flagg. Catalogue of Miss Martin's Paintings.