American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-17
fFor the American Republican,.
GREEN MOUNT REVISITE

ON The DAY oY ALL SAINTS, lst5,
rive gloomy years, five trying years have fed,
since first, and only once, my Footsteps PreSs'd
This YGTdant, hea ute0uS city OF the dead,
These avenues OF qujeness and rest;
Then few sad tokens only met my sight,
Which the earth scourging reaper caIl'd his own;
Few vert the marks Of mist euvelopd night
CSe the deserted hauuts of being tAiowH.
How changed the scene! the chisse'd marble tells
That muitiiudc5 are sleeping loWly here,
The fen dsstroyer's lolhing death song sWells
Ger hopes that hung Their harp triugs on the bier
Ihes" fallen leaves, lately the sylvan pride
OF panung summer, drop their mJnody,
Too oil reha2rsed, on some lone wceper's side,
Seald witnesses of itail mortality.
tiOw changed the scene! thousand share perhaps
The dawn-iorbidding, dark, unconscious sleep,
Here, by the chases OF lew years lapse
Pulstlrss and tow, where loves last Vigls weep;
How many signs, halfuller'd, half suppressed,
Have borne their missions thro the summer air,
uPtasing memories that would not rest
Within the cells OF unaoncd despair.
How changed, indecd! here too are sIumbering laid
Some VINO have shared my beings bette. day;
y for lasting, form commagimS shade
here could weep my very soul away.
Life spared TO me, who would not shrink to die;
And death the lot Of those, who fam would live,
/ SOUND the of rolling mystery,
In vain, alas her fearful depths TO dive.
love the tombs! the profigate of time
May Scorn my choice; heed not their advice
If graves could listen to my death hels' chime,
The world should meier again my feet cntice.
Yea! would Iinger 'tWixt the slentncss,
And mystery of this my chosen spot;
Forget he scenes that have refused to bless
My longing breast SLEEP, sleep, and be forgot
Could perhaps lettering charm foregO,
To be released from clinging agency;
Turns not the balance some relentless foe
Against the suffering multltudes and mt:
To die is gaiu and such gain is worth
The most allHring proof of transient Joy,
The hot-slufed giories of this changing earth,
That luli to sleep the Wayward TO destroy.
Be calm my strain! behold the mingled crowd
That swell the title page of humple dust;
Though silent they, their chssGFd stones are loud
To living hosts their memories to Cntrust:
The sinless infant, ca rly snatched away,
The hopeful youth from love and friendship torn,
The blooming maiden of summer day,
The aged man, TO toll and sorrow born,
Here sleep, promiscuous, those who would not bear
Glad tidings to the cause of human woe;
The froward, double hearted chantcler;
The friend of virtue and her deadest foe.
The stricken one, through crosses purified;
The saiHt' by contron; and the do1med,
The rebel who escaped through life untried
The lost and saved, ay, side by side entambed.
Peace to your ashes! Peace on your sill graves,
Unconscious sieepers of the hallow'd DUST
Where ye now sumber my rapt spirit saves,
A swelling chorus, full of hope and trust.
Soon may share your home OF mystery,
My soul be up through radiant ether borne,
!, could now with you, transported see
The eve of time bordTing eternal morn.
100 y. IEYEN.