The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1854-09-15
PoETRY.
TIIANAToPsIs.


y Tohian who in the love of Nature, holds
Commpnon vi h her visible forms, she speaks
Avsrious language For his gaycr hours
,shS Shas voice OF gadness, aud Il smile
And elcquence oi beauty; aud she gidcs
Into his darker musings with mild
And gentle sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he is aware When thoughts
! oftho las, bitter hour COME like blight
Over thy spirit. and sad images
OF the stern agony and shroud, and pail
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder. and grow sick at heart
Go forth uuo the open sky, ant list
Tonatures teaching, whit from all around
Earthand hor waters, and the depths of mir
Comes a still voce-Yet iew days, and thee
The all.beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course. Nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy inage Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again;
and, lost each human trace surrenIering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou 20
To mix forever with the elements,
TO be brother 70 tho insensibo rock
Andio the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send HE roots abroad, and pierce thy morid.
Yet not tothy eternal resing.placo
Shalt thou retro alone; nor cuuldst thou wish
Couch moro mag Lfcent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs Of the infant world kings,
The powerful OF the enrth-the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past
All in one mighty sepulchre. The bills,
Rock-Iibbed und ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensiye quctness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move
In majesty; aud the complaining brooks;
That make the meadow green; and, poured round NIL
Old ocenn's gruy and melancholy waste
Are but the solemn docorat ms all
9th grcat tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host oil heaven,
Are shining on the snd nbodes of dc,,h,
Through tho still lapse Of ages. All tia, tread
The globe are but mindful to the tribes
That sunlber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, und the Barcan desert pierce;
Or lose thysellin the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound.
Save his own dasbings; yet-the dead are there's
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight ol years begnU, have laid them down
In their last sleep--tIe dead reign there alone
SO shalt thou rest unI what if thou shalt fall
unnoticcd by the living, and no friend
Take note OF thy depnrturoI All that breathe
Nhi shute tLy utsllny. 1 no gay Will Iaugh
When thou art gone, tho solemn brood OF care
Plod on, and each one. as before will chuse
His favorite phantomi yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their ompoymenis, aud shall CON
a' And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Oi ages glide away, the Of men,
The youth in liies green spring, and hc who goes
In the full Strength Of years, malron, auI maid,
The bowed with ngo, the infant in the smiles
And beauty ol it's innocent ago cut oil,
Shall, one by one, be gathered TO thy side,
by those who, in llier turn, shall follow hcm
So 1.-Two, that wher thy summons comes 10 Join
The innumeraLle caravan, that moves
To the pale realms OF shade, where each shall TAX c
His chamber in the silent balls OF DEATH
Thou go not, like tho quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soohc
BY ON unialterins trust approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps The drapery ofhis couch
About him. and lies down to pleasant dreams.