The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1878-06-20
DEATH OF WILLIAM CULLEN BRY-
ANT

On Wednesday morning June II, 1878,
the poet Bryant died, in the Saith year of
his age He was poet all his life
When he was thirteen years OF age he
wrote the first piece that was published.
1t was published in the year lSOS-seven-
ty years ago.
The following is an extract from this
piece:
And thou, the scorn of every patriot name,
Thy country'S ruin and her councils shame!
poor serviIe thing! derision of the brave!
Who erst from Tarleton fled to carriers caEe,
bidst' nrnstrste to- her whisker'd minion fall;
AND when our cash her empty bags supply,d,
Didst meanly strive the foul disgrace TO hlde
Go. wretch resign the presidential chair,
Disclose thy secret measures, foul or IalT.
Mid the wild wastes of LSuisianian bogs;
Or, where Ohio rolls his turbld stream,
pig for huge R9neT fhy gGTy bT aha 'S CHARMS
| And sink supinely in her sable arms
But quit to ADLER hands the helm OF state'
| Nor image ruin on thy couutry's fate.
We believe the great poet was only 10
wears of age when he wrote "Thanatop-
sis" one of the grandest things in the
English language.
His Lines to a Waterfowl is exceed
ingly beautiful Portions Of it were re-
cited by some ten or twelve persons at
the Assembly of our Literary Society,
and it was solemn and touching to hear
the concluding lines. as the great author
Law dead in his house. The following are
the concluding lines:
He who from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless air thy certain
In the long way that must tread alone,
Will lead my steps Alright.
Like Whittier Bryant was a religion:
man, and his long life was a beantifu
hymn of praise to God. In his flores
Hymn" he uses the following devou
words:
J The groves were Gods first temples. Ere MAJ
To hew the Shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the root above them-ere he frame
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems; in the darkiing ,I Wood
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thank
and supplication.
Should we, in the worlds ripper years, neglect
= God ancient sanctuaries, and adore
e Only among the crowd, and underroofS
D That our frail hands nave raised?
9 The poet then addresses an eloquen
e hymn to the Supreme Being, whic
closes with these words:
r Be it ours to mediate,
In these calm shades, Thy milder majesty,
| And to the beautiful order OF Thy works
a Learn to conform the order of our lives.
Mr.. Bryant was the chief editor OF tn
l. N Y. Evening Post at the time OF h
l. death. He had occupied that positio
t continuously for SO years.
;. Bryant died in the beautiful month {
June, and in this his prayer seems
have been answered, for in a little poel
called June" he says:
gazed upon the glorious sky,
And the green mountains round
G. And thought that when came 10 lie
s At rest within the ground,
O 'Twere pleasant that in 1owery June,
"a When the brooks send up cheerful tune,
And groves a cheerful sound,
d The Sexton's hand, my grave to make,
II The rich, green mountain turf should brea
{, A cell within the frozen mould,
t. A coffin borne through Sleet,
g And icy clodS above it rolled,
o While fierce the tempests beat
L Away L will not think of these
k Blue be the sky and soft the breeze,
Earth green beneath the feet,
a. And be the damp mould gently pressed
or" Into my narrow place OF rest.
IL And what if, in the evening light,
Betrothed lovers walk in sight
OF my low monument?
would the lovely scene around
Might know no sadder sight nor sound.
e. know that no more should see
"a The seasons glorious show,
q Nor would its brightness shine for me,
m Nor its wild music flow;
But if, around my place of sleep,
The friends love should come to weep,
They might not haste to go.
Soft airs and song, and light and bloom
of Should keep them lingering by my TOMB