Daily national Democrat., 1859-04-12

/ w .-o.' '"eir ufead abode"
D.. ,u GRAY.
Poor Alan-they have buried thee at last
/ In that dread prlson.cell of earth the grave
The silent rayless, deep, corrodng grave.
| Where llfes frail temple sinks TO nothingness.
/ Poor Allan-'tis a melancholy thought
That genius-quickened hearts like thine must die
And thus be mingled with the dust but oh.
How teniold worse than even death itself
| TO know that, ere the dank unsghtly clods
Have crushed our cotfins into kindred clay,
Our names and fame alike become the prey
/ vi that internal gorgon CALUMNY
She from her dark polluted cavern crawIs.
Like helfs malignant messenger of old,
And DER the fair, unblemshed monument
Which Justice rears above the honord dead
Breathes the accursed venom of her soul
Ana that which yesterday was parian white
Is now a mass of mouldering blackuessl
And men with eager wonder rush alonp
Like fools who follow at the hangman's heels
To see the work of desolation wrought
The BARD IS DEAD
With Pharisaic cant
The righteous, uncontaminated world
His epitaph has wrt-Read mortal read
HERE LIES
A fallen, miserable wretch
Whose genius wandered through the realms OF
thought
In moody, mournful, passionless despair,
Flucklng dead howers from the grave hope.
A hardened Pharaoh who sat enthroned
In darkness most profound The king of night
Soe Sse monarch of rayless realm-the ghost
Vi q n genus @ gnd,ng nightly mid the tombs.
VIII nlexible-a heart of stone
mortal demon, man without soull
fiend might envy attributes like these.
And yet the generous world has heaped them ALI
On On one poor poets grave Vain-glorious fools
II ever ye would gaze upon the sun,
Iwere well to draw shadow Ger your eyes,
Lest the fierce glory ofthe fiery king
Should punish your presumption. Men, like owls,
See better in the shade, when they themselves
Do skulk in darkness: Go then We knaves,
And from your dismal loopholes in the earth
stare at his awful visagel Gaze your fill
Ana learn that even yon broad-fronted god,
Who comes in glory from the golden east
TO bless the laughing universe with light,
| Hath spots and 6LemisheS upon his brow,
Darker than cen this SANDER -blackened earth
And yet those shadows vanish into nought
| Overwhelmed and lost in heavens effulgent sea-
] 0 most sapient fault dissecting man,
! Look forth upon the unlverse-and tell
Whether thou find d'st amid the hosts of time
Aught which bears the prestige of perfection
! Then intrOvert thy understanding gaze,
! Deep in the secret dungeon of thy heart,
And say, hast thou nor spot nor blemish thereS
U, who shall sit in judgment Ger the tombS
shall we, mere pigmies, dare invade the grave
And drag to light the frailties of the dead,
When we ourselves with faults are black as hell
o. no sweet charity forbids that man
Shall work this fearful evil to his kind.
Poor Allan, they have buried thee at last
And like thine own ill-omened bird, have perched
/ Upon thy tomb to whet their carrion beaks
And croak thy fraities, "evermore." Croak on,
Ye braness idiots-croak Ye cannot harm
His deathless fame. He who hath dreamed such
dreams
As mortal never dared to dream before"
Like yon cloudpiercng monument of times
/ Which proudly rears its coronal of gems
Hgh-high above this growing world: thus he,
The gifted son of song, shall ever reign,
While genius claims votary on earth.
- WIS.
&Mount Shasta