New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-07-09

pe TEESYsoE has given the word a new poe
titled In Memoriam, which is Just published
ondon, by the bookseller Moxon. The foaiowi
lssages are from it;
PEACE.
Calm ia the morn without sound
Calm ss 10 suit calmer grleb
And only through the faded Leaf
The cbesp1t pattering to the ground;
Calm and deep peace on this high world,
a. on these deys that drench the furze'
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green aud goh
Gain, and still light on yon great PLAIN
Tbst.weeps. with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers
To mingle with the bounding man;
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden TO the Fall;
And in my heart, If calm at all,
II any calm, calm despair;
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves IN rest,
Ard dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.
DEATH.
TIE path by which we twain did go,
Which led by tracts that pleased as wei,
Through four sweet years arose and tel,
From flower to flower, from snow 10 snow:
And we with singing cheer'd the way,
And crown'd with all the season lent,
From April on to April went
And glad at heart from May to May;
But where the path we walked began
To slant the fifth AutumDal slope,
AS descended following Hope,
There sat the Shadow feared OF Man;
We broke our fair companioOship,
And spread bis mantle dark and cold;
And wrapped thee iormless in the fold,
And dulled the murmur on thy lip;
And bore thee where could not see
Nor follow, though walk in haste;
And think that somewhere 10 the waste.
The Shadow sits and waits for me.
AN INVOCATION.
STRoRG Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs OF light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death and 10, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us 10 the dust;
Thou madest Man, he knox vs. not why;
He thinks he was not made 10 die;
And thou hast made him thou art just.
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, hottest manhood, thou;
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease 70 be:
Tbsy are but broken lights OF thee,
And tbou, D Lord, art more than they.
We have but faith-we cannot know
For knowledge is Of things we see;
And vet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness let 1t grow.
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more OF reverence in as dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
Nav make Que music as before.
But yaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we 90 not fear;
Rot help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light
Forgive what seemed my sin in me
What seemed my worth since began;
For merit lives from man 10 man,
And NOT from man, o Lord, to thee.
Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thv creature, whom | found so fair,
trust he lives In thee, and there
find him worthier to be loved.
Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confessions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.