The republic., 1852-06-29
From the Boston Transcript.
ONE

Delivered at the Conservation ef Mount Hope Gene
tsrytn Dovchestr and West Rorb,vy, June "a, 1852.
BY EpEs sAadENr
Not in this green retreat
However beautiful, while Summer launches
Her odors and soft airs through swaying branches;
Though wild flowers court our feet,
And though the wild birds capture
The listening sense with their Inc elodious pit ture-
Not here, not here, my friends,
Let us believe the loved one shall reposc,
Or that LIES true receptacle descends
To the dark mould, where soda above it close,
And the immortal with the mortal blends!
Let not despair or sensual distrust
Contound this moudering dust
With tho true pcrson-with the inner form,
Which gave the outward all il had OF fair
Which is no kindred of the worm,
No warrant for despair
Not here, my soul, not for one moment here.
Sinks the pure life spring Of one generous tear;
or one heaven aimed affection,
One tender recollection,
One deed Of goodness in seolusion wrought,
One lcsson, or one thought!
As water rises to its fountain head
However low you lay its transient bed,
So must the spirit. from it's earthward course,
Mount to the Deity, which is its source!
We give the infant, who to walk is learning,
His leading strings-corks to the doubtful swim.
mer;
So are these bodies, for our brief sojournng,
Helps to us here, while schooed in being's primer.
For here, in Code stupendous seminary,
What various lore the thoughtful eye engagcs!
Morning and night-thc seasons as they vary
Spread for our use illuminated pages.
II all were ours unearned, what need of action?
II God no problem set for our unfolding,
Where were the joy. the power, the benefacton
Of toll. and faith, and prayer, our spirits mould
ing?
Where wese the innocence, without temptation
Where, without freedom, were the self-denial?
Where were the goal, the triumph, the salvation,
Without the doubt, the danger, and the trial?
And though to some the faircr lot be given,
Unstaiped, because untried, to enter Heaven,
u doubt not there ls compensation ever
From Him, the just and un.orgetting Giver!
If then the Saviour's promise and example
Be an assurance ample,
Let us not say, however fair the breast,
OF the green hillside, whore the graves are
made
"Here the beloved ones rest
Here in this forest shaded"
Distant and yet how near,
Where kindred spirits kindred joys pursue,
In duties ever dear,
Surprises ever new,
They range from sphere osphere
Through all the fresh delights of Gods eternal
year;
Nor are their human ties forgotten quite %
With the strong will to see friends left behind
Cometh might
Swiftcr than light,
And they are here, though vicwless as the wind;
With privilege, at times, TO interpose
Between us and our woes.
Since it is gain ueffabe to die
Unto the mortal eye,
What doth it matter to the spirit freed
If the decaying husk feed flower or weed!
Then for the living be the grounds outlaid,
The eager soil arrayed
Remote from cities and from habitations
Here where the grateful trees and underwood
Convert corrnPton's noxious emanatons,
Through Natures wondrous alchemy to good
Not Metropolis,
Rather garden this!
With sylvan alleys and enamclled banks
And pines in plume -tost ranks.
Here let the roses bloom!
Here let tho wild bee come
To find the ground
Hcaped with such fowery wealth as bee ne'er
found
But oh, high building vanity forbear
To rear upon this spot the o'ercostly pile:
Rather let living want thy bounty share.
And trust thou unto watchful Natures smile
To keep the turf above thy ashes bright
In springs first vcrdure digit.
Then shall this be Mount of Hope indeed,
Where not one doubtful title shall read.