The Rutland weekly globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-12-15
[By Edmund Clarence stedmanl
The Printers Monument of Greeley

GREENWOOD, Dec. 4, 1876.
once MORE dear Mother Earth, we stand
In reverence where thy bounty gave
our brother, yielded to thy hand,
The sweet protection OF the grave
Wen hast thou soothed him through the years
The years our love and sorrow NUMBER
And with thy smi es, ana with thy tears.
Made green and iar his place OF slumber.
Thine be the keeping Of that trust:
And ours this image, born Ofart
To slime above his hidden dust,
what time the Funrse breezes part
The trees, and with new light enwreathe
NOn hCGd,-until the lips are golden,
And from them music seems to breathe
AS from the desert statue olden.
Would I, were 50 that now we might
Hear once his uttered v0lcc again,
Or hold him present TO our sight,
Nor reach with empty bands and vain
o that from me far place were heard
one cadence OF his speech returning
whispered tone, a single word,
Sent back In cnSWer TO our gearing
It may not bc7 what, then, the spark,
The essence which tilumed the whole,
Aud made his living form It's mask
And outwUrd likeness? What the soul
That warmed the heart and poised the head,
And spoke the thoughts we now inheTi3
Bright force OF fire and ether bred
where art thOu now, elusive SpiTli2
Where, now, the sunburst ola love
which blended It'll with ~ iden wrath
To nerve the righteous hand that strove,
Ana blaze IN tnu oppress1r's patti?
L Iir earth our dust Is thine Indeed
Too soon he reached the vOiCelesS portal
That whittier leAds2 Where es the mead
lie C4inUd, ana knew hi self immortal?
or tell "a, on what distant star,
Where even rs re are toll and wrong,
With strength renewed he llfts atar
A voice OK AID, War-Cry strong?
What fruit, tuls ST I'm Olympiad past,
Has that rich nature elsewhere yielded,
what conquest gained and knowledge vast,
What Kindred oelugs loved aud shielded
why seok to know? he little sought,
Himself to I'M the close drawn Vail,
Ntr Tor his own salvation wrought
ann praded, NY, and wore his mail;
No selfish grasp of lie, no fear,
Won for man ind his ceaseess caring,
But tor theWs Ives he held them dear
III II rth and shrCuded exit sharing.
Not his the frverish wish to live
A sunn er lif', longer space,
Save that The Eternal law might give
RE boon 10 common TO his race.
Earth, twas Inv heaven he loved, and best
Thy precious offspring, man snd woman,
And 40 " for them seemed but rest
To hun, Whos5 nature was so human.
Even here his spirit happy longed
To say remembered by our kind,
And where the haunts Of men are thronGed
Move yet among them. Seek and md
A pr, s"nce. though his voice has ceased,
sim, even Where ne dwell, remaining,
WI II all ~ tcuderest thrills Increased
fall X cared TO ak, Obtaining
LIST, how the varied things that took
The impieas ~ his prslOn rare
Make answer To the rOadwaJs look,
THe watered wales, the hamlets tair.
he walks unseen the llv ny ds,
The fields, the town, J"e shaded borough,
And In the PASTORAL soitudes
Drli hts 10 view the Tightening furrow.
| The faithful East that era led lin,
still, white She dee ms her Lursllng sic pa,
| sits 10y his ouch with vision dim;
1hc plcnteOus West his feast ay keeps;
! The Vistrpl south recalls the ways
or one VINO 10 his love enwound her,
! Ann stayed h Ia the evil days,
With aims VI comfort thrown around her.
II lives wherever men TO men
In perilous hOu' HI, WORDS repeat,
| Where Cldngs the forge, where glides the pen
Where toll and tIanlc crowd the street;
| And in whatever me or place
! FAITHS puTcst SOUS their purpose strengthen
| Down the broad pathway Of our race
| The sh dow OF his anne shall lengthen.
"S'ill with us = al the llagcmen cry
VINO Tea1 his heart and hello him dear;
| The NILS dccl ne, lie shall not die !"
| The pral'1cS answer, lie Is here ~
Immortal thus, 10 dread OF fate
BE ours no vain momenio mOrl;
| Lie, life, not death, we cOnSeCrate,-
A lasting presence touched with glory.
| The star may vanish but ray,
sent iorth, what mandate can recall?
| The circing wave still keeps Its way
rhat marked turret's seaward fall;
| The least OF music's uttered strains
| Is part N natures voice forever;
And aye beyond the grave remains V
Ths great. the good mans high endeSS2r
Wen may the broodlng Earth retake
| The form we knew to be a part
| OF bloom and heritage, fern and brake,
| New lives that from her being start.
| Naught OF The soul shall there remain;
| They came on void and darkness solely
| Who the vailed Spirit sought in vain,
| Within the temples shrine most Holy.
That, that, has found again the source
From which Itself TO us was lent:
| The power that, in perpetual course,
Makes OF the dust an instrument
| supreme the uut oIsal soul;
The current Infinite and single
| Wherein. as ages onward roll,
Life, thought and will forever mingle.
| What more is left, TO keep our holi
| On him who was so true aud strong?
| This sent lance, raised above the mold
| With offerings meet OF word and song,
| That men may teach, In attertlme,
Their sons how goodness marked the feature
| or one whose life was made sublime
BY service Tor his brother crea, ures.
And last, ana lordliest his fame
| station In the starry line
| OF heroes That have left a name
| Men conlure wi'h,-a place divine,
Since, In the worlds eternal plan,
| DIVINITY Itself is given.
| To him who lives or dies for an
And looks within his soul for Heaven.