Worcester daily spy., 1860-09-01
dClmtester Daily Spg,
Prom the Boston Post


There is a stately soemnitv-au aus,ere
thrill-pervading the measured philosophv and
beautifully pious inspiration that mark the
annexed poem. 1t was copied score of years
ago, from "New York Churchman :" bnt fine
name OF It's author was modestly withheld.
Inc readers will agree with US, that its grave
and grand diction is like those Homeric Gle
gles, that stride through ones memory-as an
Old poet singeth-'like the dark shadow of a
giant across the desolated plains of Lybia"l
The Death Bell.
Toll on, toll on
A son of man is passing to his rest
"A Wayward child hath sought its parents breast:
9 Toll on, toll on.
Bear on the dead!
On the dark bier the hOme-come wanderer lies;
Dmm'd is the lustre of those rayless eyes,
Their light is fled.
r, On, slowly, on
Inc varying dreams of love, of pride, of power;
Inc aspiring hopes of many a lofty hour,
With him are gone.
Tread soft and light:
III That palsied heart no more with life is warm,
Ihe quckening essence from that silent form
Hath winged its flight.
Look on him now
The cold still torpor of the ice-bound wave
The chilling signet of the opening grave
Is on that brow.
But on-tOll on!
a struggling spirit is at length unbound,
weary pilgrim hath resting found;
Toll on-toll on!
Voice of the tomb
A thousand hearts thine awful notes have stirrd,
A thousand years thy deep-toned summons heard
Sound forth the doom.
'Man, thou must diem
30 prophet-like would seem the fearful knell,
10 the child heart th' unerring fate to tell
All-all must DIE"
Sfarn toI1e 4hv china
The funeral herald of the warrior brave,
Whom glory's halo lghteth to the grave,
In lies full prime
As when, alone
The stranger bendeth to his quiet tomb,
Nor mOurner's voice for his unheeded doom,
Save thy deep tone
Near, ah! too near
The gathering voices of thousand graves,
Like the hoarse murmur of the su. len waves
Awe-struck hear.
They call too plain
Fond soul, come down from thine unearthly dreams,
Thy tancied might, thy visionary schemes
Alike are vain.
''For what art thou!
True friends and kindred once were by thy side,
Brave hearts, flushed high with hope and youthful
Where are they now!
''Strive up no more
The lingering sands now shiyer in thy glass,
Earth and its visions as dream will pass,
anu all Is o err
Why bring again
The empty shadows OF each vain regret.
The buried hopes of life remembered yet,
Thou chilling strain!
Oft hast thou swept
The slumbering heart'strings of the faithful breast
And walked sad music from their broken rest,
That long had slept.
Deep joys long fled
The bitterness OF death again is proved.
The cold earth closing DER the lost the loved,
The early dead!
Break not their sleep:
From their deep quiet home no murmurs rise
The tears are passing from the mOurners eyes
Must they still weep?
Thine hopes recall
My soul! the dark cold grave is not for thee
Thou from the Shiny earth worms crawl art free,
Earth is not all
Eternity!
The light is flashing through the mortal gloom,
Thy star is bright beyond the craving tomb:
WE DIE FOR THEE!
Toll on, toll on
Joy to the wandeTer in his resting found
Joy to the spirit from its chain unbound
Toll on, toll on