Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1878-06-22
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To him who. in the love of Nature, holds
Communion with her visible forms. she spes Ks
a. = various language; for his gAyer hours
She has voice OF gadness, and smile
And eloquence vi beauty; and she gliles
Into his darker musings with mild
And gentle sympathy. that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he Is aw are. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like blight
over thy spirit, and sad images
Or the stern agony, and shrond, and pail.
And brsathiess darkness. and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heat.
=: = forth under the open sky and list
10 Nature % teachings. while from all around
Comes "A still vOice. Yet r few days, and thee
The all ll.heholding sun shall see no more
In In all his course; nor yet IN the cold ground,
W here thy pale form was laid. with many tears
Nor IN the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image Earth, ,th At nOurished thee shall clam
Thy growth, TO be- resolved To earth again;
And lost each human trace. surrendering up
lhlne individual being, shalt thou go
10 mix forever with the elements;
To be brother to the insens!bie rock.
ANA 10 the sluggish clOd, which the rude swain
Turns with his share. and trea.is upon. The onr
Shall send his roots hbrsad and pierce tn mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire aiOne-nor cOuldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarch, of the infant world-wlth kings
The powerful of the earth-the wise. the good.
Fair forms, and hOary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills.
lsock-rlbbed, and ancient AZ the sun; the wales
stretching in peusive Quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks,
That make the meadows green; and. pouret
round all,
Old oceans gray and melancholy waste
Are but the solemn decorations all
O.! the great tomb Of mani The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad aboues OF death,
Through til. still lapse OF nges. All that tread
The globe are but u handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings
Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands,
Or loose myself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound
Save hi- own dashings-yet the dead are therei
And millions in those sOlitudes, since frat
The light of yeas began, have laid them dowI
SO shalt thou rest; and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and yet no friend
Take note OF thy departure? All that breathe
w i'll share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one, AS before, will chase
His favorte phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mrth and their smplOyments. and shRl
come
And make their bed with thee AS the long trsir
OF ages glide away. the cons OF men
The youth in life's green spring and he who goe
In the full strength of years, ,matron and maid,
And the sweet babe, and the gray -headed man
Shall one bv one. be gathered to thy side
BY those who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan that moves
10 the pale realms of hade " here each shall TAX
His chamber In the silent halls Of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but. sustained ant
sootbed
BY an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery Of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.