Semi-weekly North-Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1852-1853, 1853-03-02
[ From the New York Journal of Cam.
THE LOST TRIAD IA nTprp

from the New York Journal of CONNER.
THE LOST TRIAD IA DIRGE
| By W. s. COTTON
Room for the sleeper! give room give wa,
And sadly the black-robed train 'OOm "
Swept onward mid pomp, and funeral oloon,
AND bore back the earth-bOrn to earth's dark VIM,
Room for the sleeper !'-and old and vor,.
While the toling bell, with its iron tongno q
YEARLY, woefully, slowly swung,
Moved over the dusty plain.
1t was the time of the sweet Springs prino
And blossoms were in the wood:
And soft, low breeze, from the golden eIino
"neIe mowers bloom fair, and where zephyrs o.
In music Ger field and food, ''S Ching
Kissed open the rose and the Iily pale.
And its moist wings waved on the frarr.n,
Or gambolled in merry mood sdle
Till Joy seemed filling all earth and He,vor
And unseen spirits, to mortaIs given,
Were bearers of unknown good
Was that The season for him to die,
The SOwfh's most noble son!
Ehe time appointed for him to lie
In his elay.coId grave !-when the broad, BRIGHT,
Was thrilling with voices of melody, s' Sly
Were his hearts great throbbings donor
Aye a wall was heard from the Land of the g.,
Ye could not but hear it then; uA-
And the whisper crept round from mouth to man..
Ut dIm-eyed Age, and fair-browed Youth, ''~
That king in the world of men,
Who long had obeyed his country's call
Would be seen no more in the Nations Hall
Nor his voice be known again.
His form no more on the Senate's floor
Would command Senate's eyes:
And his eloquent tongue would no longer pon,
His wealth of knowledge, his Thoughts great sim.
patriots sacrifice, ''Ole'
On the altar of love for his native land -
But his lips are dumb, and his palsed hand
In deaths cold stiffness lies.
They laid him to rest where the tall, dark mines
Of South Carolina wave
Their tremulous leaves to the murmurinq winds.
And pure white stone Ger the sod reciipes
And points to his lowly grave.
Yale's ncblest offspring there sleeps his last sIeoD
Ard CALHOUN will neer wake from that sIumbe, deeD
Though round him the zephyrs INCREASINGLY weeD 'P'
And the wild winds Of winter rave.
Room for the sleeper again give room ~,
And the silent guardians bore
The stifiened corse to the lonely tomb,
Mid the. knoll of bells, and the wailing boom
OF the lannon's thunder roar;
Aye! they bore him on toward the setting sun.
And the ceaseless crash of the minute gun,
And the black flag floating in vapors dun
From the fre-car that rushed before,
old the gathering crowds, as the dead went by,
hdl Iue brightest star In the w eSteEn SkV
Would be seen in the heavens no more
t was the prime of the Summer time,
md the sun in the east began to climb,
All large, and fierce, and red =
md his blazing shield Ger the azure field,
IS his fiery chariot onward wheeled,
A burning lustre shed -
he world was stIll-not a sound was heard
OF humming. of bee, not twiller of bird,
In forest. or grove, glen;
N Ihn he1o IL.
nd solemn silence regned everywhere,
BY the fields and the homes of men.
hat hero lay there 9-whose silver hair
On that snow white brow was laid 3
hat grief, in which millions seemed 10 share
nus loaded with sorrow the sultry air,
And grave-like stiffness made
no more will you see that gallant form,
lat guided the tempest and ruled the storm,
When the rocking ship of State,
18th wild, torn sail, and with shivered mast
owe helplesely on in the shreking blast
To its dark and fearful fate.
, hath passed away from the throngs of men,
Ane his image is lost for aye;
1t in vain will you look for his like again
To rise in the perilous day,
Id calm the the mad crowds ignoble rage;
7 words of wisdom their minds assGage,
i'd be from Youth to hoary Age
His lettering Country's stay.
there let him rest; In the Land of the West,
Where giant rivers flow;
i'd great Lakes heave their broad, blue breast,
And white sails come and go.
lie hero lies there in his dreamless sleep,
I'd around him the woodbine and ivy creep,
And birds chant their roundelay =
ID there eacA breeze stops its wandering,
I'd fingers moment on airy wing,
To whisper the name of CLAY.
Room for the sleeper! once more give room!"-
And the men of Mansfield bore
e mighty dead 10 his last, long home
On the bleak New England's shore;
d with muffled tread, and uncovered head,
And sorrowful hearts and sore,
moved they on mot word was said,
But their cup of grief DER;
d the thousands that followed were silent all,
d fast-howing tears were seen then to fall
From eyes that meier wept before.
vas the prime of the Autumn time,
A calm October day;
d a day so fair that the frozen rime
OF the night had fed away .
now thro' the mild, blue realms of air
oft, smoky sunlight fell every where,
And afar, in the mellow ray,
ght streams ran laughingIy leaping along,
their sweet water Joined in a silver song,
Or shouted in mimic play.
whose are those features, so grand and bold
And those that lordly brow -
e has gone down to thy dwelling cold,
How mighty, % Death, art thou
ing among kings-a monarch of mind,
ose thoughts, like the lightning, were never con-
fined