Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1841-01-28
POETRY
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From the Kaickerbacser .HagG:aRs ior JdRuary'l
AN EVENING REVERE.

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AN EVENING REVERE.
From an unfinished Poem.
nv WILLIAM CULLES BRYANT.
The summer day has CLOSED, the sun Is sel, ,
Well have they done their office, .nose n''s"' "'
The latest of whose train goes soitiy our
- ,ha red west The green blade of the gronna
Ia ,;ssn and herds have cropped it, the young twig
Has spread its plated tissues 10 Tue Sun hs ,,o,n
Flowers of the garden and the waste nave o'o"n
And ,vitherrd; seeds have fallen upon the sou
From bursting cells, and in their graves await
Theiy resurrection. Insects fron The pools
uaye fiIIed the air awhile with huinmins wings,
Tb,t now are still frecer; painted moths
Have wandered the blue sky, and died again;
The mother bird hath broken for her brood,
Their prison sh Ills, showed them from the nest,
Planned Tor their earliest Hight. In bright acoves,
In woodland cottages with harky walls,
In noisome cells Of the tnmntnous town,
Mnhers have clasped with joy the newborn oape
Graves by the lonely forest, by the snofe
OF rivers aud Of ocean, by the ways
OF The lhronsed city harc been followed out
And filled aud closed. THIS day hath pared itchas'
That ne 'er before we've parted, II hath KIM
New friendships; il hath sren the maiden piisht
Her faith and irls, her peace TO him who long
Had wooed and it hath heard, from lips wnich i@'e
Were eloquent Of love, the first harsh word
That told the welded one her peace was flown.
Farewell 10 the sweet sunshine! One GID day
Is added To chdhood'S merry daSR,
And one calm day To those of Gntt aye.
Still the fleet hours on; ana IS lean
Amid The thickening darkness, lamps are lit,
By those who watch The dead and those who twne
Flowers for the bride The mother ir,in the eyes
OF her sick infant shades The painful light:
And sadly listens Ia It's quick drawn breath.
Oh, thou great Movement Of The Universe,
Or Change, or Flight Of Time, for We are one.
That nearest, silently this visible scene
Into sights shadow and the streaming rays
OF starlight, whittier art thou bearins ine:
I feel the mighty current sweep me On,
Yet know not whittier Man foIetclls afar
The course of the STARS the very hour
He knows, when they shall daIken or grow brieht
Yet doth the eclipse OF sorrow and of death
Come untorewarned Who next Of those love
Shall pass from life, or sadder yet, shall fall
From virtue: Strife with fees or bitter strife
With friends, or shame and general scorn OF mcIi-
Which who eau hear:-or the fierce rack OF pain,
Lie they within my path: Or shall the years
Push me- with soft and inoffensive pace,
Into the Silly twilight of my age:
Or do the portals of an iher life
Even now while am gorying in my strength
impcnd round me: Oh. beyond that bourne,
In the vast cycle Of beng which begins
Al that dread threshold, with what fairer forms
Shall the great law of change and progress clnhe
Its workings. Gently so have good men taught
Gently, and without greet, the old shall glide
Into the new; the eternal How Of things,
Like a bright river Of The fields OF heaven,
Shall journey onward III perpetual peace.