Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1848-03-18
For the Wiseoasin Herald.
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On the death of John Quincy Adams.


On the death of John Quincy Adams.
Harh on the winds are bone the notes Of woe,
The waters bear them on their ceaseless flow,
The oceans pillows as they onward swell,
To distant climes, a nations loss shall tell
Columbia, areep, g our falh.rs, where are they''
The light Of other years burns out expires to-day;
Weep, NORTH the pole star leaves thy darkened
Thy glory iades-ihy champion sinks and dies!
Patriots, mourn, thy leader eloquent is gone,
Oh! in his dying hour, whose sun SHAH brightest
dawn,
Sages' the pal that's dark before you spread,
Hides from your gaze of earth's glorious dead;
Approach and lift the covering from the bier,
See wisdom, age and honor sIumberng here
Philosophers he knew the paths ye long have
trod
g And looked through nature up to natures
Cod
SO sinks the war steed when the battles DER
So dies the ocean surge along the rocky shore
So fades the oak unscathed by tempest storm
Uptorn its roots, ii bows its mighty form,
PROSTATE the monarch Of the forest lies,
Whose living branches lowered to the skies.
g After life's fifful fever, sleeps he well
Unconscious Of the voice Of praise or sounding
knell;
The rolling pillows Of the sea Of life,
Wake not his sleep--no sound Of party strife
Hath power to pierce his ear--his kindling eye,
No more shall burn--nor glowing breast beat high
With hoPe!--nor on the graces Of his matchless
tongue
Shall listening senates be with rapture hung.
From the deep sepulchre Of the mighty dead
There comes voice the living all should heed,
A voice that ceaseless as the crclng hours
Speaks TO the soul ID its immortal powers:
IT'S heard where soft the evening zephur blows,
1t speaks when the ow murnuring water flows;
''ris heard when ' inter tempests thunder round,
And natures g.oans are mingled with the sound !;
1t speaks in stiffness in the deep midnight,
Where from the heart the liie-blocd's current
/ bright,
Flows through the veins and ever gently thrills
Each pulse that quickens and there strangely stills
I 1t beating.
Oh! if to a home beyond the sapphred skies
The souls of sainted Patriots in triumph rise
If from their place amid the whirling spheres
With an unclouded eye they watch the flight of
years
IL with curbed pinions they descend to earth,
To thee, Columbia, hlest land of Freedom birth
There from above, beneath, that voice is heard
And the depths of the dark charnel house are
stirred
List to the voice, there's double lesson taught;
To cultivate the soul, to speed tn undying tho't
To live for endless years-liye for mankind,
And stores of wisdom treasure in the deathess
I mind,
Live for our country, let our veal be hers
Live for our Freedom-die her worshppers!
FdreweH to thee, Patriot, sage of many days!
Thy heightened years have writ thy mead Of
earthly praise,
I Yet the whole host of Freedoms sons and daugh-
tiers
win onward swell that praise ike sounds Of many
/ waters
The anthem for thy fme--the requiem for thy
death,
I win upward rise and soar from the same breath,
And the voices that speak of a mem'ry we all
/ cherish
win speak of thy virtues which never shall per-
ish-
And the eve that traces on marble thy name
May read il undying on the temple of Fame!
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