The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-06-27
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FsE sueamity Of thought. purity OF style. and
La1iteas rhetoE1e the poem Of VIM Cullen Bryant
ET1tten IN his nineteenth year, entitled . ThAna-
toPsis," Il unsurpassed In the English language
His venerable form has passed away but his genius
VIII nFe and breathe while the English Lar pguage
enduTes. He took his departure "to that n1yste-
nous rtalm " on the morning of the 18th OF June
1873. For the benefit OF our readers We repubHsh
Ine beautiful view OF death known BFyant's
Tnshstopsis.
To him who the love Of Nature holds
Communion with her Wis. ble form. she tpssks
various LANGUAGE for his gaVeT bcurs
she has voice Of 81 dness, and smile
And eioquence OF bsauty, and shs Elides
Into his darker musings, vi mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Ihelr sharpness ere ne Is aware. When thoughts
ot the last bitter hour come like blight
Over thy spirit, and sad image
U1 tue stern agony. ard the shTOud. aud pall
And hreathless darkness and the narrow house,
MAKE thee shudder, and grow sick & heart;
Go forth, under the opeS sky. and list
10 Natures teaching, while from all around
Earih and her waters aud the depth 81 air.
Comes still voice ct few Days anu thee
The all-behOlding shall see no more
In all E1S course nGf yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears
nor IN the embrace Of ocean shall exist
Thy image Earth that nOurished thee shall claim
my growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each hu.nau race sun endeiinQ up
Ihiae individual being, shalt thou 80
To mix forever with the elements
10 be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod. Whc the rude swain
Turns with his share; ard treads upon. 1he oak
Shall send its roots abroad. snd pierce thy msld
ct not 70 thine eieTnal resting place
Snait Ehou retire alone. Ror couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. 1hsu shalt lie down
with patr1archs OF the infant woTId-with kings,
The powerful of thG earth-the wise, the good,
EaiT IA forms, and hoaFy seers Of ages past
All In enc mighty sepuIchre. The hills
Rock-Iibbed and ancient asst be un-the wales
stretching In quiet lsnsivenses between;
The T'.aeI aoe woods -reverst hat move
In majesty, and the omplaining brooks
That Laake the meadows green; and, poured round
Old oceans gray and Melancholy waste
Are but the solemn decorations all
" the great tomb Of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the loAnite hosts Cf heaven
Ire shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lspse OF ages, All that tread
The globe are but handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
O1 morning. traverce B6Tceh desert sands,
Or lose thyseH in the coptiEEous woods
" here rolls the Oregon, aud hears no sound.
save Its own dashiIss-yet-the dead are there,
A nd millions in these solit0dss siUce hrst
The flight oi years began, have laid them down
In their lest s'eeP-tbe dead reign IN there alone
80 shalt thou rost and vhath thou withdraw
In silence from the living and no friend
lake note Of thy dePHrture7 All that b-esthe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
w hen thou art gone, the solemn brood of rare
P1Od on, and each one as before will chase
dis !avorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall
come
And make their bed with thee As the long train
Ct ages glide away, the sons of man.
he youth In HES green spring. and he who goes
Ind the sweet babe, and the grs y-haired man
Shall one by one be gathered 10 thy side,
By those, who In their turn shall follow them.
So live, thai when thy summons comes to yoin
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
dis cham Der 10 the silent halls OF death,
Thou 20 not like the quarry slave al night,
scouTged TO MS dungeon. but, sustained and
BY an uufalteriDg trust approsch thy grave,
Like one EhO wraps the dTapery of 1is couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.