New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-04-22

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emit sequel to the sublime poem Of TAa',aopsis, y,
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he style Of Bryant Many will be deceived by It:
A VISION OF IMMORTALITY.
I. who essayed to sing in earlier days,
The Ihanafopsis and The Hymn to Death,
Wake now the Hymn to Immortality.
Yet once again. o man, come forth and view
The haunts Of Nature walk the waving fields, ~
Enter the silent groves or pierce again
The depths Of the untrodden wilderness,
And she shall teach thee. Thou hast learned before
One lesson--and her Hymn of Death hath fallen
With melancholy sweetness on thine ear;
Yet she shall tell thee, with myriad tongue,
That life is there-life in upcounted forms
Stealing in silence through the hidden roots
nevery branch that swings in the green leaves,
That gladden. the beholder. Listen now
And she shall teach thee that the dead have silent
But to awaken in more glorious forms
And that the mystery Of the seeds decay
Is but the promise of the coming life
Each towering oak that lifts its living head
To the broad sunlight, in eternal strength
Glories to tell thee that the acorn died.
The flowers that spring above their last years grave
Are eloquent with voice of life and hope
And the green trees clap their rejoicing hands
Waving in triumph DER the earths decay.
Yet not alone shall flower and forest raise
The voice Of triumph and the hymn of life
The insect brood are there each painted wing
That 1utters in the sunshine broke but now
From the close cerements of worms own shroud,
In its glad beauty from the gloom Of death
Where the crushed mould beneath the sunken foot
Seems but the sepulchre of old decay
Turn thou keener glance and thou shalt find
The gathered myrads of a mimic world
The breath of evening and the sultry morn
Bear on its wing cloud of witnesses
That earth, from her unnumbered caves of death.
Sends forth mghtier tide Of teeming life
Raise then the Hymn to Immortality.
The broad green prairies and the wilderness
And the old cities where the dead have slept,
Are ne a nd prar ;,xo
Shall yet be crowded with the living forms
Of myriads, waking from the silent dust
Kings that lay down in state and earths poor slaves
Resting together in one fond embrace.
The white haired patriarch and the tender babe,
Grown old together in the fight of years.
They of immortal fame and those whose praise
Was never sounded in the ears of men,
Archon and priest, and the poor common crowd
All the vast concourse in the balls of DEATH
Shall waken from the dreams of silent years
10 hail the dawn of the immortal day
Ay, learn the lesson. Though the worm shall he
Thy brother id the mystery of death
A And all shall pass humble and proud. and gay,
Yet the immortal is thy heritage,
The grave shall gather thee yet thou shalt come.
Beggar or prince, not as thou wentest forth,
In rags or purple but arFayed as those
Whose mortal puts on Immortality
Then mourn not when thou markest the decay
OF Nature and her solemn hymn of death
Steals with a note of sadness to tby heart
That other voice. with its rejoicing tones.
Breaks from the mould with every bursting flower
oh grave! thy vctory!n And thou. O. man
Burfened with sorrow at the woes that crowd
The narrow heritage. lift up thy head
In the strong hope of the undying life
And shout the Hymn to Immortality
The dear departed that have passed away
10 the still house of death, leaving thine own
Thegray-haired sire that died in blessing thee
Mother, or sweet-lipped babe, or she who gave
Thy home the light and bloom of Paradise
They shall be thine again, when thou shalt pass
AtGod's appointment, thro' the shadow vale,
To reach the sunlight of the IMMORTAL HILLS
And thou that gloriest to lie down with kings.
Ihlne uncrowned head now lowlier than theirs
Seek thou the loftier glory to be known
King and priest to God-when thou shalt pass
Forth from these silent halls to take thy place
Mlth patriarchs and prophets and the blest
Gone up from every land to people heaven
So live that when the mighty caravan,
Which halts one nighttime in the Vale of Death.
Shall strike its white tents for the morning march
Thou shalt mount onward to the Eternal Hills,
Thy foot nnweared; and thy strength renewed
Like the strong eagle'sfor the upward flight