The Arkansas banner., 1849-09-25

AH comes into the world like morning mnsh- rooms. soOa thrusting up tAeiF heads into the air and co0sersiHg with their kindred of fhe sane pro. daetioe, andNs soon they turn into dust and tor- geuuliness. IJevtmy 1aytOF. Who sleeps below who sleeps belowf-
 It is a question issle ait :- Ask of the bseezss as they blow,
 Say do they heed or feaF thy eall1 They murmus in the trees aro1ad. And mock thy voice, an empty sound! A hundred summer suns have shower'd
 Their fostering wafmal and radiance bright: A hundred winter stoFus have iowef'd
 With piercing Aoeds, and hues of night, Since first the remnant of his race Did tenant his lone dweiling-P'aee. Say. did he come from east, from westf
 From southern c!;Esss e where the pole, With frosty seeptrs, doth arrest
 The AowIing pillows as ihey rollf Within what realm of peace ef strife Dtd he ksst draw the breath of life Was he of high or low degeef
 Did grandeur smile upoa hls loif r.lborn to dark obscurity,
 Dwelt be within sane lonely cot, And from his youth 10 labor wed, From toil-strung limbs wruns daily bread Say. died he ripe, and full of years.
 Bow'd down and bent by hosry cid, When sound was silence ia has ears,
 And the dim eyebali sight withheld: Like a ripe apple falling down, unshook. amid the orchard bDwns When all the friends that bie@'d his prime
 Were vanishd like a morning dream; Piuck'd one by one by spareless time,
 And scatter'd in ohvion's stream; Passing away all silently, Like snow-h flakes melting in the sea: Or. mid the summer of his years,
 When round him throng'd his children young, When bright eyes gush'd win burning tears,
 And anguish dwet on every tongue, Was he cut of and left behipd 4 widow'd wife, scarce half resign'd? Or, mid the sunshine ot his spring,
 Came the swift bolt that dash'd him down; When she, his chosen, blossoming
 In beauty, deem'd him alt Der own, And foFward looked 10 happier years Than ever bEess'd their vale Of tearsi Perhaps he perishd for the faith,--
 One of that perseeuted band, Who sufer'd tortures, bonds, and death,
 To free from mental thrail the land, And toiling for the mary's fame, Espoused hIs fate, nor fsund a name Say, was he once to science bind,
 A gscpeT in earth's dungeon dsrk7 Or one whose bold aspiring mnd
 Did, in the fair creation, mark The Makers hand. and kept has soul Free from this gfoveiing worlds controlf Hush, wild surmise 'tis vaIn---'tis vain
 The summer flowers in beauty blow, And signs the wlnd and floods the rain,
 Ger some old bones that rot below No other record can we trace, Of lame or fortune, rank or race Then what is life, when thus we see
 No race remains of liie's careeI-- Mortal whoe'er thcu art, for thee
 A moral lessen gloweth here: Put'st thou in aught of earth thy trustf
 'Tis doom'd that dust shall mix with dust. What doth it matter, then, if thus,
 Without a stone, without a name, To impotently herald us,
 We float not on the breath of fame; But, like the dewdfop from The flower, Pass, after giittering for au hour. Since soul decays not; freed from earth.
 And earthly coiis, u oarsis away; Receiving celestial birth,
 And sparning of its bonds of clay, It scars. and seeks another sphere, Aud blooms through Heavens eternal year! Do good; shun evil; live not thouv As if al death thy being died; Nor errors syren voice allow
 To draw thy steps from truth aside; Look to thy journey's end-the gave. And trust Tn HIm whose arm can save.