Middletown transcript., 1877-01-13

Alas, what are we What are men
We flee as a vapor All, then;
Vain, vain is the earth-children' fate,
Evil death snatches all soon or late.
Departed is Leopoldina
Frustrated all the toll Of Lucina
All. sad death OF travail in vain,
All, sad doom of motherhood's pain
Scythes came ere the summer was done
Reaping in the maiestical one;
All, fate of the purpe-fringed corn
Into deaths dire harvest outhOrne
As the nette which no men regard,
Even so fails the Royal spIkenard
Death gathers them into his garner,
Fate LAYS them in one narrow corner.
AS bubble that vanishes sight
She has gone-as rose in the night;
Brief, brief is the lot Of flowers,
Too quickly doth swift death devour.
When in hands hard and bony he taketh
The crystalline phial, it breaketh;
., stolid discoveteous death
o, Ghoul, with thy TOO fieetlng breath
w mere now Is lleT Clleth ; CUlOi w I'll III
Where the miracle rare Of her form?
Death quenches her eyes gentle light,
Blind fate punges all into night.
Where, too, is her body's fair grace
Where milk with purple embrace;
Fate has emptied the milk upon the ground
And the purple Deaths pail wraps around.
Hel coraline lips ; where are they?
And her hair in Loves net put away?
With the scissors of Destiny, death
Has clipped her fair locks at a breath.
Her neck like pure ivory twined
And her hands in the grave lie invined
For black fate the snow melts away,
And death clasps the white neck or aye.
More beautiful than Aurora;
U, great House of Caesar deplore her;
All, slippery fate fleeting grace,
All, pale deaths too terrible face
0, thou, who these griefs dost survey,
Thine own tears shall swell them some day,
All, a swift sudden die doth fate cast,
With a sure dart death strikes at the last.
Here come all, some as TO glad trysting,
Some dragged by the hair still resisting
For fate inescapable draws,
And death opes Unsuitable jaws.
We are what thou vast and shalt be,
But little do We precede thee;
The gentlest life first flies away,
With bent bow death tracks US for aye.
Naught avails to be wealthy or poor,
IT, ,a;tbor ba lifa l. rnorn
Sill fate doth the water-clock guide,
Still DEATH fangs are fixed in life's side.
Not with silver shall freedom be bought,
A hundred proud thrones avail naught
Fate's spade human sceptres lays low,
With white teeth death SCOTS as they go.
Not beauty nor plainness can save;
For both waits the same narrow grave;
Both the burr and the lily must die,
With the thorn shall the violet lie.
Neither culture or roughness avails,
Youth and age both at once, he assails
When spring bushes first, then comes fate,
An death ere the winter is late
Forth from hall and from hut must we fare,
Make ready your travelling gear;
Fate sounds one promiscuous knell,
Imperous death doth compel.
From thousand remaineth not one;
Soon for all is the last office done;
Pass, pass, whittier fate beckons all
We 90, ah, we 60, at deaths call.
Farewell, then, 0, Leopoldina,
Now a shade, whom we once called Regina,
Farewell fate hath wrought no annoy,
Farewell death to thee was but joy.
Far above the camp-fres Of Sweden,
Thou hast flown, past the stars, into Eden
Where fate never, never can come,
Far less death, with fear stricken dumb.
Thence beholding the earth widespread,
On the moon and the sun thou shalt tread;
The sweet voice sounds on evermore,
The long night Of winter is o'er.
Arise, come, 0, spouse wherefore falters
Thy heart, fiji for heavenly altars
The tear and the sad cross are past,
Eternily's light breaks at last