The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-04-10
A vision Of En- III OII aEily,

who essayed 10 sing, in earlier days,
The THdhalCyyS and The Hmm 10 Death,
Wake new the Hymn 10 luz mortality.
J ct once again, q man, cone forth and view
The haunts Ct Nature; walk the waving fields,
Enter the :ilen, groves, Oh piece again
The depths OF the uulrodden Wilderness, [fore
And she shall teach thee. Thou hast learned be-
One lcsson-and her Hymn of Death hath fallen
With melancholy sweetness on thine car;
Yet she shall tell thee with myriad tongue
That life is there--lile in uncounied forms
Stealing in silence through the hidden roots,
In every branch that swings-in the gret leaves,
And waving grain, and the gay summer flowers
That gladden. the bchollcr. Listen now,
A nd she shall leach thee that the dead have slept
Eit To awaken IN more glorious forms
And that the mystery o. the seeds decay
Is but the promise ul'Ihe comin1 life.
Each towering oak that lilts its living head
To the broad sunlight, Ia eternal strength,
Glories 10 tell thee that the acorn died. [grove
The flowers that spring above their last years
Are eloquent with the voice Of life and hope
And the green trees clap their rejoicing hands,
Waving in triumph DER the ranh's decay!
Yet not alone shall iiawcr and forest raise
The voic" Of triumI h and Tie hymn q life,
The insec! brood are therc!-each rainted wing
, That llutcrs in the sunshine, biol e but now
Fom the close e. fe:I entS o! "a worms own shroud
Is telling, as il flies, how lir may spring
In its gla beatty from the gloom OF death. foot
Where the crushed mould beneath the sunLcn
Seems but the scpnIehrc of old Decay,
Turn thou keencr glance. and then shalt find
The gathered nyrladS Of a mimic wor!I.
The breath OF evening and Tho salty morn
Bars on its wing cloud Ct witnesses,
i at earth from her unnumbered caves of death
Sends forth a mightler tide of trcmng life.
I.as" then the Hymn to immortality
The bread @ra'n pralrcs aud the W lierness,
And the old cit,es where the dead have slept,
Age upon age, a thousand graves in one,
s all yet he crowded with the Twin" forms
Olmyriads. waking from the silcr' du t. Tslavcs.
Kings that lay down in site, AMI ,aith;s poor
r sting tog 'ih"r in on" fond embrace,
The WALTZ haired patriarch and the tender babe,
Gown old together in the flight of years;
, They Gfimmorta fame and they whose praise
Was never sounded in the ears Of men,
Archon and priest, and the poor common crowd,
All the vast concourse in the halls of death,
Shall wakcn from the deans Of silent years
To hail the dawn of the immortal day.
Ay, learn the lesson. Though the worm shall be
I Thy brother in the mystery of death!
And al! shall pass, humble and proud and gay
/ Together, 10 earth's mighty charnel- house,
Yet the Immortal is thy heritage
The grave shall gather thee: YET thou shalt come.
Begear or prince, not as thou wcntest forth,
In rags or purple, but arrayed 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 note of sadness to thy heart.
That other voice, with its rejoicing tones,
Breaks from the mould with every bursting
flower,
go grave! thy victory!" And thou, O, man,
Burdened with sorrow at the woes that crowd
Thy narrow heritage, liz up thy head
In the ST one hope of the undying life,
And shout the Hymn TO Immortality.
The dear departed that have passed away
To the still house of death, leaving thine own,
The gray-haired sire that died in blessing thee,
Mother OF sweel-lipped babe, or she who gave
Thy home the light and bloom of Paradise,-
They shall be thine again, when thou shalt pass,
AT Gods appointment, thro' the shadowy vale,
To reach the sunlight oil the IMMORTAL HILLS.
And thou that gIoriest tc lie down with kings,
Thine uncrowncd head new lowlier than theirs,
Seek thou the loltier glory 10 be known
king and priest to God when thou shalt pass
Forth from these silent halls to take thy place
With patriarchs and prophets and the blest
Gone up from every land to people heaven.
So live, that when the mighty caravan,
Which halts one nie ht- time in the vale OF Death,
Shall strike its white tents for the morning
march,
Thou shalt mount onward to the Eternal Hills,
Thy loot unwearied, and thy strength renewed
Like the strong ca uIp's for the unwa rd Hiuhtl