Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1878-09-28
THE VISION Of IMMORTALITY.
F.. r. WESTON.


| who rssaycd to sing in earlier days.
ihr lh"natorei7 and III" LYNN to Death,
| Wake now the hymn to Immortality.
nrt once again, oh man, come forth and view
The hAumt> OF nature; walk the waving tlclds
| Eater til" silent groves, or pierce again
| The depths oi tn" untroIien wilicrncss
ANA en-" shall teach thee. Thou hast learned
On l.7Son-.n,i her Hymn of Death hath fallen
| With melancholy sweetness thine ear,
| Yet she shall teli thee with Il nvriad tongue
hat III" Is ihrr,-iIie IN uncuuntcd furIe--
.@!Ins in silence through the hidden ro"ts.
In every branch that swinSs--iu the green leaves
And waving grain mud tn. gay summer iluwers
That gladden. the b-i.nl,!er. Listen nov,
| And She shat teach thee that tie dead have slept
Bat to awaken IN more glorious forms
| And that the mystery of the se,.l'- decay,
Is but til" promise OF the coming life
Each towering uak that lifts il, living heat
To the broad sunlight, in eternal strength
GiOrIrs tu tell the" that the acorn died
| The ii""rrs that srrIng above their last year s
grave
Are el"q" mt with III. voice of HE and hope
And the green trees clap their rejoicing hands,
| Yet not alone shall flower und forest raise
| lhr vuic" nftriumrn and the hymn OF Ilfr.
The insect brood AZ" there !-enctl painted wing
| That hGtlcrs III the sunshine. broke hut now
| ~hruui,
l. telling, a- 1t ilcs how life NAV spri,g
In Its glad beauty from liIr gloom OF death
Where the crushed mould beneath the sunken
| loot
Seems hut the s"pTlchre OF old decay;
Turn thou u kccher glance, ami thou shalt lind
| The gathered myrla,is Of II mimiI world
| Tue breath nj evening and the sultry morn
| Bears "n i'S wing a cloud nj WITNESSES
| That earth from her mnnumhrred caves of death
sends iorih mIghter tide of reenIng life;
| /; 'i-- fi'cu the Hymn Ia Immortality
| The broad green pralres ami the Wilderness
| An'i th" old cities where the dead have slept,
AEr upon age. thousand graves IN one,
Shall Yet be crowded with The living form.
oi oi1nyrlhds, waking from the silent dust
hinss ihtt lay down IN state. and rarth's poor
| slaves.
| Kpsf I,trp e.,
| IN" white -iiair patriarch and the tender babe
| Grown old together IN the hight OF wears
l,n'! o, Immortal fame and they whose praise
Was never sounded IA the ears of men,
aich"h ana priest, AMI the poor common
| MI the vast conc"urse in the halls OF death
| Ni Ill wakrn from the dreams oil silent years
| /" hhil III" dawn OF the immortal day.
| Aye, learn The ics-"h Though the worm shall
| lhy brother in the mystery of death,
\ And all shall pass humble. and proud and gay
| Iug either. 10 earth 5 mighty charnc-housr
l"t the Immortal is thy heritage
| me grave shall gather thee: yet thou shul,
| come,
|; sSar Ur prince. not as thou wrntcst forth
| IN rags ar purple, but arruyr,i is those
| Whose mort Il puts ON immortality
| Then mourn not when thou markcst the decay
| VI nature, and her solemn hymn ol death
Steals with II note of sadness to thy heart
ltiat other voice with its rejoicing tones
| breaks from the mould with every bursting
go grave thy victory " And thou. oh, man,
h"rdtn.d with sorrow ut the Woes which
| crowd
| my narrow heritage. lift up thy head
| IN the strong hope of the undyipg lii.,
And shou; the II mn TO ImrGnrtallty.
Inc dear departed that have passed away
10 the still house OF death, leaving thine own
Inc gray haired sire that died IN blessing thee
mother. or sw"et-ilpp"d babe, or she who gave
my nome The light and bloom of ParaGisc.
ih'y Shall he thine again. when thou shalt
| pass
al uoh,s appointment, through the shalowy
. vale,
| 10 reach The sunlight OF the Immortal Hills,
Ahi thou that glor es To lie down with kings
| hine utcrowned head not lowlIer than theirs,
| seek thOh the loitier glory to he known
| a King and priest to God when thou shalt
| pass
Eorth from these silent walls TO take thy place
| W ith pntrIafchs und prophets and the blrst
! q 'ne up from every land TO people heaven
So ilfe. that when the mighty Caravan,
! winch halts on" night-tIII,e in the vale OF Death
/ Shall strike its white tents Tor the morning
| march,
| IN III shalt mount onward to the Eternal Hills,
Ihy loot nweuried, and thy strength renewed
llse the strong eagles Tor the upward flight