The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1875-03-25
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o, Why Should the Spirit Of Mortal be
Proud 7

lrhe following poem was n particular ftvoritc
with MIR. Lincoln. MIR. p. u. Carpenter, tho
artist, writes that VIII lie engaged ~ painting his
picture at the White House, ho was alone one
evening with the President In his roo IN when
lie SAID There IL n poem which has been a
great javorite with mo f'r years, which was nrst
shown TO me when young man by friend. and
which aitorwaris saw and cut from newspa-
per and lsrned by heart. I would" he con-
tinued, give rrcat deal to know who wrote
II, but have never been able to ascertain."l
-. why should tho spirit of mortal hc prouil
I'ikr swift heetlng meteor, fast nyiug cloud,
flash vt the lightning. a break OF tao wave.
Man passes from life tO his rest In thc grave,
The leaves Of the oak and the willow shalt fade,
lie scattered around and together bc l,id
And the young aud the old. and the low aud the
high
SHAH mouldcr to dust and together shall Iio.
Tho infant n mother attended an loved,
The mother that inf,rrs affection VIM proved
Tie husband that moth rand infant VIM blessed
Each, all ar away TO their doliinys OF rest
Tho maid on whose check, on whrse brow. In
Shone boa ~ AMI pleasure hor triumrhs arc by;
And tho memory oi those who ioyol her anu
Are alike from tho minds OF tho living erasel.
The hand Of the king that the sceptrc has borne
rho brow Of the prlcst n 4 the mitre hath worn;
Tie evc ot tho sage aui the heart nf the brave,
Ar" hidden aud io', Ia the depth VI tue gave.
Tho peasant who's, 1T was TO sow AMI 10 reap;
The hcrl-'nan, who climbci with his goats up
the s'ecp
The bcxgnr. who wa uicred In search Of his broad
Have faded away like the grass that We tread.
The sinner Who dared tu remain unf0rglven,
The wise and 'he foolish, the guilty md lust,
Have quietly mingled thcir bones In tic dust.
20 the mu'tltuic goes, like the flowers or the
weed
THAT withers away l. let others succeed;
80 tho multitude comes, even those We behold,
To repeat every ialo that has often been told.
For We are tho same our fathers have been,
We sec the sames sights our fathers have seen,
We drink the same stream and view tie same
sun,
And run tie same course our fathers hay, run
The thoughts We are thinking our fathers would
From the death we are shrinking our fathers
would shrink.
To- the life We are clingng they also would clisg;
bHh - '"S '"i Us at Hho - DlIu ou tuc NluA
They loved but the story we cannot untold
They scorned, but tue heart Of tho hiushty Is
colt;
rhey sricvei, bu, no vail from their slumbsrs
" II come,
They joyen, hut tue tongue OF their glainess is
dInO.
rhcy did. ay' they died and We thinss that
are now
who walk On III turf that les over their brow,
VINO ma o ia til II dwelling n transient abode
Meet the thing. that they me, on their pil -rlm
Yea hop and dospondencv, pleasure and pain,
We miugle together u sunsiln" and rain
AM III sin les and tho ears, the song and the
dirSr,
still follow each other Ike surge upon surge.
Ills the wink ofan owe, tits the irauEht Of u
breath,
From tho blossom Of health to tn p,leness of
death.
From the gildod saloon TO tho tior snl the
shroud.-
o, why should tue splrl, OF mortal 10 proud