Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1854-10-11
STAR.
FoR THE STAR.
A POEM,

NIIG 'IFoR The STAR.
- POEM,
Rsdted tAs OCCASION Of thu Conservation of Glen
tseed Cemetery, .asgast ID, 1854.
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These are Gods acres, henceforth eonsecrats ~
To burial rites and slumbers of the dead,
Where mourning bands the sculpture shall wait,
And words Of prayer and benson be said. II asdr
Bee, where the Lodge looks down the city street,
And sculptured forms the sacred entrance keep,
4. though sad seraphs fingered there to greet
The dead borne onward in their dreamless sleep. :.
10, where ths ground by art and nature made sa-sF
TO knobs and dels, in undulatiOn lies, s45 ~
Where Ger the sunbeans into shadows fade,
As earth reflects the grandeur of the skies.
There stands the mausoleum down the way.
Tine vanlied marble turning towards the west;
Where trembling sunsets cast their parting ray
Back onthose portals of unfrOubled rest
Thence winding walks and pebbed pathways break
By gebes of grass, fair slopes and leafy glades,
Where weeping pilgrims years to come, shall take
Their weary courses through these haunted shades.
Meanwhile the groves and purified lawns between,
Sip mingled beauties from the summer air;
Oak, cedar, cypress in perennial green, ,
And the wan willow dropping silent there.
Pit funeral embIems, pointing towards the sky,
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Yet telling ever TO each passer by
That like themselves, fond memory liveth still.
But browning all, rise yon old sentry trees,
Where fresh made mounds alas too soon may
be; .
30, in their sembance, one might deem he sees
The patriarch olives of Gethsemane.
Once in that garden, filled with midnight gloom,
Christ in his anguish, bent the suppliant knee,
Ere from the fragments of his rended tomb,
The stars flashed forth, of Immortality.
And here. as there, full many heart shall break,
While here, as there, grief spends her pteous
wall"
Yet DER the Urn, the light of Hope may wake,
For Christ endured, and we in Him prevail. H
His blood has mingled with earth's meaner dust,
His flesh reclaimed the burrows of the grave;
sown on sepufchral fields, the see of trust
Presaging what shall thence in glory wave.
So, when the spade shall. turn this plated sod
And germs of being fill the haIlowed mold
Oh, think not then lite's ffuitage lost to God,
Though pulseless forms lie fostering and cold.
What if like shadows, ages long shall fy,
And scatter mldew through the planted loan;
Yet, when the autumn of the world draws NIGH
llTeaPing angels shout the harvest home.
Such then be Glenwood, DER whose charnel hall
No Ruthless din of human strife may roll
Where fowers shall spring, and pensve thoughts
And Sabbath quiet soothe the fevered soul.
Oh, tempted refuge from long carking woes.
whose altar shrnes, sweet blossoms shall per
fume,
Whose solemn aisles these wooded bills compose.
Whose grander cope the holy stars Hume.
Here shall thy congregations ceaseless kneei:
iousn, sfensth and beauty, one vast throng COM
While for thy worship, day and night shall peal
The deep, old anthem of the organ wind.
Here massive vaults and monumental frames.
Here chsefed stone and craven cenotaph,
And tablets carved with old familiar names,
snail tell at last, how drops the way orn staff
How homeless widow and pale orphan child,
How grey-haired man, proud son and maiden fair
Their journey ended O'er Ife's moor so wild,
To natures dark, re:urnIess couch repair. g.
Here then shall rise the city Of the dead.
Here rest In hope the beauiu and brave,
AS rlfed households one by one shall tread
Like Israel, each his own Machpeah's cave
Here, off in dappled morn or dewy eve,
shall kindred dress the tear bathed turfs above
AND DER the sleepers scented garlaBds weave,
Inc last dear tribute Of our thwarted love.
The last, save when, with low and stifed words.
The lovers moan, the mothers sobbng PRAYER
snail tone the music of the tuneful birds
Win dirge-like echoes from. the burdened air.
Full swift the sombre hearse may hther TEEN
The first fresh victim in his mortal swound
Full 5000, the mattOck may be bid to seam
Inc earth's warm breast, whereon they heap his
mound.
For in yon famed metropolis, I ween,
Inc death shaft hurdles, where her thousands
throng-' t'r
And masses mastering in that mighty scene,
Shall HE them here, to slumber deep and long.
Here, where from sheltenng ledge and broken glen,
strange prophet-yOices seem the soul to warn,
hs though strong cherubs Iita MED to men, =.
The coming world and resurrection nom.
As dawns that day eternal on the sight,
And cerements by trumpet blasts are riven,
Then shall her dead come forth to life and light
And Glenwood prove the garner field of Heaven