The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-08-04

Grow restless under burdens,-in array
Before me, place your troubles ond the tears
So blind and dim your eyes, as ou survey
Your field OF labor, that II now appears
To need the work Of giants, through eternal years.
XVI.
Draw We some lessons from the deeds Of men,
Let even their vices now your teachers be
Mari; how their projects fail, and how again
They force their way, seeking impurity.
Now get you hence--come not again to me-
My subjects, with such idle tales as these
Resume your duties, and when next you see
Men bound by evil cords without release,
Think to the bold are no impossibilities.
The fairy ceased there came dying swell
OF music such as the mmorlals pour-
Fading like the vibrations Of a bell,
Dissoving into air, and heard no more.
It's lingering echoes momently restore
Some sweet sound-rippes, In expiring Tone
Then passed, aud all was stller than before.
No trace now of the host remained alone,
The moon sat overhead, cloud-embowered
throne.
Gone are these misty, nalt-forgotten days.
These dwellers in the dim, dark-vaulted Past
Bathaunted caves no longer spectres raise
Their thin and lengthening shadows DER us cast
But slightly dark reflections, as the last
Completes the slow procession stealing
TO the old nrhes, rudey cut and vast, -dl iF
And the deep, echoing stiffness ,--whero are gone
All generations, when their deeds and words are
done. 1913.
o that the visions which we sometimes see,
When in new boun1less realms we scem to rove,
Might take some fom, become reality,
And let us grasp them, and their being prove.
Tired OF the dusty paths in which move,
How we do yearn for JOY long passed before
Some bower OF soft enchantmeit, where to love
And live the same thing,-where, from lies
roar,
We might escape the ssddenng burden CT No
More.
Ny classmates what we coldly call unreal
May be reality itself the bounds
Oi mental and of physical we feel
Sometimes grow indistinct,-and thought con-
feunds
Shadow with substance; now and then the sounds
Of some vague life upon our inner ear
Seem bl eaking when passing rest surrounds -
And in their rise and falling they appear
Like iar-oh, munnurng sea-shells, which re
scarcely hear.
XXI.
We in these latter days stop not to dream.
Fancy, say, proclams weakish mind
Things far more tangible our age beseem,
The solid dealings OF our heshly kind.
Yet in this life each has his part assigned
And the plain fairy meeting | unfold
May represent our cases could find
Some new thing I had given 1t all are told,-
Lifc's paths are all well- tits ours to do
the cid. t.
How does the groaiing world in torment lie,
Drunk with the chalce OF its vices day
by day the revel heightens-and the cry
Of those crushed in it's whirl dies not away.
Vice stalks, with brazen brow, mid her array
Of votaries,-while, in her purity,
Sad Virtue weeps, the ruin to survey.
Are there no tears in heaven There well might
be,
For us, did not it's JOY o'erwhelm our misery.
xxII
Would that the olden time could now return,
In which the world was younger there was then,
If much of good, still more Of bad, to learn,--
Would that this time could be re-l;ved again.
Roli.fo is used piccemeal; hardly more men
1 han cieeds, VIC lind, and those in earthly power
Are brambles, set up over trees and when
We see plain Truth for painted Falsehood cover,
We say, God reigus, but Madness seems to rule
We stand now on the threshold of our ives,-
What time thus far is spent was to prepare
For sterner actions when the end arrives
Each one will show how he has answered care
Virtue dies not with us,-not ours TO dare
Some uninterrupted thing, but walk again
Where crowds have been before us to repair
Some vil,stamp some good which shall re-
main,
/ If 9e accomplish this, we have not lived in vain
! There was one with us once, who is not now,
! His final state he long has entered on;
| From out yonng promise borne, we knew not how
! Or why, one word comprised his history Gone
He died not unregretted life is done,
When it's great end is answered, jim tranquility,
Some steal adown the stage, their battle won
And some, unto whose birth their death is nigh.
Perform no pant in life,-thesc teach US how 10
die.
XxyL
| His work is do,e may his immortal crown
! BE ours. We who survive him, meet no more
! Until oar burdens we have all laid down,
! Ard passed the gate which he has passed before.
Now, as we leave these halls of classic lore,
| Enter the field, 60 from the cloistered eel, =
| SO let US strive to live, as to restore
Some long-lot good, d,-so die, that men may tell
Our virtues, and the void may grieve, Al our
| farewell.
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