The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-02-05
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The NrooaIit Churchyard


Tbere Is no cloud 10 mar the depth o.: blue,
Through which The silent, silver moon car
eers,
Save in the west some strcoks OF hazy hue,
Through which pale vcspor, twinkling, re-
appears;
The sacred harmony which rules the spheres,
Dcscends on lower regions, and the mind,
striot Of the vain solcitudcs and fears,
Which seem tho heritage OF human kind,
Comminelcs with tho scene, and leaves its cares
behind.
To gaze upon the studded arch above,
And on Thy placid beauty, mystic moon,
Shedding abroad the mysteries of love,
And rendering night moro exquisite than
noon,
Expands the sinking spirit; while, as soon
AS from terrestrial fraltics VIC retire,
And TO thy halovcd mood our hearts attune
To those benignant feelings we aspire,
Which makes the spirit glow with purified de-.
sire.
'Tis sweet, thus resting on this grassy mound,
To look upon the wales that stretch below,
On tho old woods, that throw thci: shadows
round
And on the silver streams Of iceascless How,
Murmuring and making music as they 60 /,
And on the hamlots, where a little star,
Beaming in tho lattice, makes 10 glow
The homeward travellers heart, us from afaf,
lilo halls shelter from tho worlds contentious
jar.
The scattered wrecks of generations past,
Slnmhcring around me urc,hc village dead -
Ger them no sculpturcd stones their shadows
cast
To keep tho moonshino from their verdcnt
bed
Here Oft my steps hath Contemplation led :
And here, lone, in solemn rovere'
Under this hoa ry elm, with llchenS red
I've thought how years and generations iico'
And Of things which were, and nevor more sha''
be.
Nor is the day far distant, nor the hour
Dcop in the bosom Of Futurity,
When all that rcvol now in pride and power,
Commlnghug dust WIN "u'' "" " 80
Yes. all that live and movo beneath the SKY
An coual doom awaits our sires have passed
Alike the mightost and tho meancst die
And, slowly come the doom, or como 1t FAST
The inexorable grave awaits US all at last.
But man was made for hustle aud Tor striio,
Though sometimes, like the sun on summer
days
The bosom is unruilled, yet his life
Consists in agitation, and his ways
Aro through tho battling storm'blasts ; to
erase,
Some fancied wrong, to gain some PROMISED
- Joy,
10 gather earthly good, or merit praiso'
A Aro-and will be the objects that employ
Ills thoughts, and lead him On to dazzle or do'
troy.
Yet lost to all that dignifios our kind,
Coldworc tho heart, and bigoted indeed,
Which, by selfish principles made blind,
Could dostine all ,ha, differed from its creed,
To utlerless pcrdltion /; who can feed
A doctrine SO debasng in the breast
Wo who arc dust and ashes, who have need
Ormorcy, not of judgment; and at best,
Are vanity with Him, With whom our ia'e. must
rest
S,nco thus so feeble, happy iis for us,
That tho All Seeing is our judge alone
Nyo walk in darkness but not always thuG;
The veil shall bo withdrawn, aud man be
shown
MYSTERIOUS laws of nature, now unknown.
Yes, what is shrouded from our feeble sight,
Or now seems but chaos ovetgrown
With marvels, hidden in the womb OF night,
Shall burst upon our view, clear beautiful and
bright.
s-~-ev-y-,,a-'a-sss .'=sss.ty,s-~s"...
The Return Home.
In search oramusemonl abroad II VIC wander,
Novel scenes for a whilo may the senses dc
GOV, ldcr
but short the delight their attractions can ren
Irwedded affection pattakc not tho joy.
Without the loved bosom TO share each trans
aclion, lroam
IT'S in vain that TO distance for pleasure W,
For the magnet still turns towards the source o
attraction.