Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1875-07-14

Tempora labuntur. taci,lsque senescmus annis
II fuslunt freno non re,norante dies:
OVID, Fdstorum, LIB. vi.
" . C:e sar. we who are about to die
Salute you!" was the gl,iators' cry
In the arena. standing face to face
With death and with the Roman populace.
o ye familiar scenes,-ye groves of pine,
That once were mine an are no longer mine
Thou river, widening through the meadows green
To the vast sea. near An yet seen.-
Ye halls, in whose secusion and repose
Phantoms OF fl ne ike eXhalatlons rose
And vanished we who are about to die
Salute you earth amt air and sea and sky,
And the Imperial sun that scatIers down
! His soverei IN splen1 rs upon grove anI town.
fe do not answer Us ye de not hear
We are forgotten, al IN your au7te,e
Ali calm Indifference, ye little care
Whether we come or 81, whence or where.
What passing generations I'LL these hall,
What passing voices echo from these walls,
Ie heed not; are only = the blast,
A moment heard, and then forever past.
Not the teachers who in earlier days
Led our bewiIerel feet through learning's maze
They answer us,-alasl what have said
Whit greetings come there from the voice ess ,lead
What saiutatI)n, welcome, or reply?
What pressure from the hands that lieless lie
They are no longer here; They all are gone
Into the land of shal l).S. al save one.
Honor and reverence. an the COOL repute
That follows faithful service ) fruit,
BE unto HIN. wnom living We salute.
The great Italian poet when he made
| His drcadU journey to the realms of shade,
Met there the Old instructor of his YOUTH
And CRED in tones of pity and Of truth:
I . o he. ny m of hon
Your dear, pltern.Il mag. shall depart,
! Who while on earth ere yet by death surprised
Taught me how mDrtts are imnortalIzcd
How grateful AN | for that patient care
All my ille long my luggage sltll dcclare.'
To day we make the poet, words our own,
And utter them IN paintve unler-tone;
Nor to the living only be they sal,
But to the other lvIn, called the dead,
Whose dear pate' nal images appear
Not wrapped III gloom but robcd in sunshine here
Whose simple lives complc ant without haw,
We're part an parcel of great Nat lres law;
Who saIl not to their Lori, as If afraid
Here IS ths talent in a napkin laI1,"
But ltbored IN their sphere, As III D,e w;lD 1--we
In the delight III II work alone ctn give.
Peace be to them eternal peace and rest.
And the fulhllmtut of the great behe,t:
Ye have been faithful over a few thlnys
over ten cities shall We reisn as king"
tnl We who fill the pl.cts We once hIlei.
AMI follow in the iutro " tn Il we TILED,
Young nan. whose generous hearts are beating
high.
We who DID, an are about II die,
salute you; hal you; take hAnis in ours,
AMI crown yUu with our welcome Is with flowers
How be tutifll IS youth hoy bright IT CLEANS
With It, illusions, aspirations, dreams!
Book OF Icsinu!ns-, story without End
Each mad heroine an elr1 a frIenlt
Al!l!in'5 Lam }, AMI tottunatu-' Purse,
That holds the treasures Of the universe!
All ties are IN is h n /,
NJ dlnser 'liunt7 it, and no f'e wi;hstlnois;
In Is sublime al Ia 'Ity offaith.
BE thou rcmovcdr' 1T the mountain saith.
AnI with ambitious feet secure an. proud.
AscenIs the I..l Iet leaning On tle cloud
As ancient Priam at the Scam gate
sat on the walls Of Troy n legAl state
WIKI the Old men, TOO oil and weak 10 hsht,
Chirpins like sr..5shoppcrs their delight
70 see the em3lttle h''t', win spear AMI shield,
OF rr M an Ach ,ilns in tie 1cli;
from the snowy SUBMITS OF years
We see you IN the plain. each appears,
And question OF YOU; ASKING. Who Ia he
Tn It oyers above the Othcis3 Which may BE
AtreIic-, ,nelIu-, . lSsscus,
Ajax the great, bold Idumencus: :"
Let him not boast Who puts his arNoc on
As he VIII puts il Of, tc battle done.
stub yourselves; AMI most of al note well
Wherein kln N,tIre M tnt va t excel.
Not every blossom ilpcns into iIuIt,
Minerva. the invent e75 OF tAe 4 ..,.
Flung It Il Idc, when SIZE her face surveyed
DIstortc II a iuuut.iIu, Is he pliyc,!
The un i Ky Maya, ioIni 1t, .ni ms tate
Vas one II max. the bravc-t hes ltltc.
WiIte on your doors the saying and OLD,
&" lie bold be bold and ever! where behold;
BE not too Dolil" Yet b.tter the excess
Than the defect; better the more than less
Better Ike iector IN The licli to die,
Tnan Ike the pcIIuncl I',rI, turn and 4 j..
,nI nov ms CLASSMATES yet re nliniHs few
That uu 'nbcr not the halt ol those We knew;
lc, a,Iln hose lumbar names not yet
rhe fatal ;l-teII,k sf lie ttn Is Sc,
Yc | salute The 10. olpge of FINE
Strikes tar half century villa 4 solemn chime,
AMI summons tp-e hcr Once a5tIn,
Tnc y of IN .ctln5 not unin!x.l with pam.
Where are the others V3i from the deep
Caverns OF darkness ans yer me: " Tney sIcep''
name names; Instiucuveiy feel
Each 1t some well-reme n Drrcl grave VIII kneel
And f ON tie iptIon wipe tie wceis ant moss
For cverv heart best hnuWcth II, own loss.
see the scattered gravc->tpnes cleaning white
through the pale dusk OF the impending night,
Ger all alike the impartial unset throws
It's golden lilies mingled with the rose;
| We give to all IA tender thought, and pass
OUT of the yrave-yard- with their tangled grass,
Uuto thc-.. scenes f.,qu mt. ~ our feet
When young, an life was fresh an'
sweet.
Wha. Shall eay 10 YOU? What can say
Is tier than silence j.? When survey
This thron, of fees Irne | u meet my own,
Friendly and ftiI, and yet t, me unknown,
. rrir,for.ne the very landscape seems - be:
! 1t is the sane. yet not the same t. me.
) many memories crowd upon my BRAN,
50 many gho>t, are in the Wo0ici PLAIN,
! fam wJul seal aH ~, with noI7ei1,= treat
! | cannot go i pause Il hesitate;
| Ny feet reluctant llDgcr at the gate,
! As one who struggles in a troubled dream
70 speak and cannot TO myself | seem.
, Vanish the Dream Vanish the idle tears
| Vanish the rolling minds of fifty years: