The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1850-06-21

iDhabit for q few years, winning, loving, sancti-
flying all around them and thar every day they
grow more hsil. gentle, and spiritually beautiful;
and al last, when some peel of ST. Agnes Eve"
bIeathts his alteration, she who must not be wor-
shipped, reiuIns TO Heaven. Her grave will be the
sweetest spot in mountain grove, and over il, in
the moonlight, will the poet of ST. Agnes rec All
the only words ever written which express the
sentiment such scene could inspire -
To fair fideles grassy tomb
Soft maids and village kinds shall bring
Each opening sweet Of earliest bloom,
And rife all the breathing spring.
No wsiling ghost shall dare appear,
To vtx With shrsks this quiet grove
But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love. .-
. No witherd witch shall here be seen; Ell
No goblins Mad their nightly crew;
The female nys shall haunt the green,
And deck thy grave with pearly dew,
The redbreast off, at evening hours,
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary NOES and GATHERED flowers,
To deck the ground where thou ART lad
When bowling winds and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan CELL
Or. midst the chase. on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell
Each lonely scene ,hall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved. till life could charm no more,
And nourn'd till PHYS self be dead.
Yes, hther shall they all come, to moisen these
these graves the holy plant Of love and sorrow.
All, all will come, and 10 all the spot will hence
forth be sacred. But all will be sure of sympathy,
except one He will be the stranger within thy
gates" who died in the midst of his journey, with
his eyes turned towards his beloved Argos. The
Oriental nations have tender blessing to bestOw
on all they part with, whether friend or stranger
MAY you die among your kindred" hope that
some quiet nook OF this cemetery viii he de-
dicated to strangers who die in your midst.
There should be such a spot IN every cemetery
il should be beautilul-and sooner or later over
all It's graves some one will come TO weep over the
dust you knew nothing OF, TO plant flower, and
breathe for you prayer which Heaven will be
sure to listen to. The ''stranger's God will bless
that green spot, and those who dedicate il to the
repose of the wanderer who died away from home.
And you may sweeten the bitterness OF his dying
hour, by breathing in his those soothing words
OF Bryant
And what If those withdraw
Unheeded by the living and no friend
Take note OF thy depsrture.-all that breathe
Win share thy destiny The gay will laugh,
When thou art gone, the solemn brood OF care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom yet all these shall leave
Their mrth and their empoyments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
OF ages glide away, the sons Of men,
The youth In life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strenth of years matron and maid,
Andthe sweet babe, and the grey headed man.
Shall one by one be gathered &c thy side,
By those who in their turn shall follow them.
In leaving these hallJwed grounds, let us bear
with us the great moral of the scene:-
So live that when thy summons come to join
The inpumerable caravan that moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls Of death,
Thou go not like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged TO his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
BY an unfaltering trust approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery Of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams