New-York daily tribune., 1843-01-31
sruu the Dial fos January.
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g.yr4rH .hs endless surges Of The deep .,,,o,.
Whose green coD:eu; o'etlesps tneUi e''---'
A hog. Of mariners psrpetuai sleep,
Tso hu.hed 70 heed the wild csuH'Caca , .oA
an3 emerald seeds glide sofdy @ er taeii oones,
And wssh them gently mid the rounded stones.
No epirsph have they 70 tesi ;neI. taie,
Their Birthplace, age. asa sso.y, a.. are so'7
sro, s.Itersd bodies by the smooth states crossed
Au3 countless tribes OF men lie OF ihe hills,
And human blood runs In the crystal riil:
The air IL fall Of men, wao once enjoyed
The aeslthy element, nor looked oeyona.-
Many. who all their moral strength employed
In human kisdness, of their brothers fend'-
4 nd many more, who ccuD,e:aeted ia'e'
nd banlsd in the strife Of common nate.
Psofoundest sleep enaraPs them al ~ steund'
Sagcs and sire, the child and MANHOOD saoas,
Si.ed mot one tear. expend no sorrowing sound,
Tune chy clear voice no iUuereel song
Fsr. oa Death stands 10 welcome thee and me,
And life hath n rs breath steePeT mystery.
I hear tel., tbst tolls az esapty note,
The mourning anthem, aud the soooing prayer
A. grave fresh-opencd, where the f'lsnos oeVo.e
TO noulder;ng darkness still corse, once lar
Ard beautiful as mornings silver ligst
And sars which throw their clear FIRE on the ulght
She is no, here, who smiled with these eyes,
Warmer than springs frs; sunbeam through tae pale
And fearful air-resist these hsrerersi-
@, lay her silently alone, ana In TINS vale
Shall the sweet winds sing better dirge Tor her,
And the fine, early flowers her deaih-cio'nes Iaan
lister.
n Death thou art the palace OF our hopes,
The s,erehouse of cur Joys, great labor's end
,rhon art The bronzsd key, which swiftly opes
The Golfers of the past and thou shalt ;end
Such trophies of our hearts, as sunny days,
Nhea life upon lis golden harp-stEing plays.
And when nation aaourns silent voice,
THAT long ertranced It's ears with melody,
How thou must In thy inInost soul reJo.cc,
ITO wrap such treasure IN thy soundIess sea
And thou vert dignihed. if but one soHi
Had been enfolded in Thy twiligh. stale
Triunphal arches circle Ger thy deep,
Dazzling with Jewels, radiant with content
In thy vast arms the cons OF genius sleep,
The carvings of thy spheral monument
Bearing no recollection OF dim time,
Within thy green and most perennial PRIME
And nigh; sound thought Of thy degree
How iapscd the dreary earth in fragrant Pleasure
And 5uurned along Ger lifes contracted sea,
Like the swift pere rnimicking Tie waves measure
Ru, though long, the sounds vii never co1ae'
For, in thy majesty, my lesser voice Is DUMP.
,rbon ar, no, tender Of Thy precious fame,
Ru. cemess, ike the clouds sof.sieains on;
Tbop aouudest in careless key the name
OF hin, who to thy boundless treasury is won
And ye, he suickly come,i; for TO die
Ia ever een,lest, TO both low and high
Thsu. tnersfore hast Humanilys respect;
They baid thee tombs upon the green hillside,
And will no, suffer thee the least neglect,
And tend thee with desolate, sad pride;
For ,a,ou arr strong, o death, though swee.iy So
And in thy lovely gen,leness sleeps woe.
n. what are We who swim upon this tide,
Which we call life, yet 10 thy kingdom come
Leok not upon us I'LL we chasten pride,
And preparation make for thy high homci
And. might we ask, make Ineasurely approach,
And NOT Upon these few smooth hours encroaca.
eonle-I come-thirak not turn array
Fold round me thy gray robe! stand ,e feel
The setting of my last, frsi earthly day;
/ win NO, pluck il OF, bu, calmly kneel
Fer am great an thou art, though not thou,
And thought as with thee, dwelIs upon my brow.
All rngh, ask thee, Spirit, FIRST TO tend
Upon those dear whom my heart has found,
And supplicate thee. that might them lend
A light in their las; hours. snd to the ground
Consign them still. Yet think me no, too weak;
CONS TO me aop. and thou shalt find me meek;
Then lie, US hive in fellowship with thee,
And turn on, red cheeks TO thy kisses pale,
And listen to Thy song as mnstre!sy,.
And srill revere thee, I'LL our hearts throbs fan,
Sinking within thy arIss. sinks the sun
Beyond the farthest hills, when his days work L
dane