Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1878-06-29
nRYANT's "THANATOpxIv."

For subliTily OF thought purity Of style, ard
'aullIess Ri, tore the penn Of WIN Cullen bryani,
Written IN his n neternth you entitled ThHns-
tlp'B," Il unsurpa Bed in the Eag.i,h lAutui}e
ili venerable form has t,lssel away, tuf hi, genius
VIII live and hfat 70 while the English lar guage
'nldi'S. lie took his dspirtnIe " 10 that myslo-
liGus ltalm on the morning of the 18th of jane
1873. For the banef oil our readers we repuh,ish
me beautiful view OF Gsath known rs BryRuts
rnabat. p.is
To him who IN the ioy, ri Naturp holds
communion with her visible iOrm sbn peaks
various language; for his paveT hours
she mas a voice oi q dness, and a smile
And eoquenceOi beauty, and she glides
into his carrier musings, vi h a mild
ana healing sympathy, that steals away
lhelI sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
tli the last bitter hour come like a blight
lyel Thy spirit, ana sad image
Ot Tue stem agony. AID the shroud, and pail
ANA breathless darkness and the narrow house,
Maze thee shudder, and 1row sick t heart;
60 l0Ith, under the opeA sky, and list
10 Natule teaching, while frOm all around
Earth and her waters, and the depth CT air
Comes Etil voice \ ct a few days ami thee
lheal!- behOlding SUI shall see no more
ln all his course; nos yet In the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor m the embrace OF ocean shsllexist
Ihy image Earth ,hat uourished thee, thall claim
Thy growth 10 be resolved T. earth again,
Imne individual being, shalt thou 20
To mix forever with the elements
10 be II brother to the insensible rock
And TO the sluggish clOd wh Ch the rude swain
urns with his share. and treads upon. ! he oak
shall send it5 roots abroad, and pierce thy med
Yet not TO thine eternal resting psCe
shat thou retire alone nor cOuldEt thou wish
COncn more magnificent. hou shalt lie down
with patriarcks Of the infant word-with kings,
the powerful Of th~ esfth-the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hOary seers Of ages past
All In one mighty sGpulchre. The hills
RocE-tibbed ana anIient asst he sun--the vsles
stretching in quiet ltnsiveness between
me yene a nle woods -Ieverst hat move
10 maJeEty, and the complaining brooks
lhat make the meadows green; and, poured round
all,
old oceans gray and Melancholy waste
Are but the solemn deC rations all
0i the great tomb Of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the l1tnite hosts Il heaven,
AteshiniGg on the sad abodes OF death
Through the ftlll I9pse of ages Allthat tread
The globe are but handful TO the tribes
lhat sumberin Its bosom. Take the wings
Ot morning, traverle BaICas desert sands,
Or lose thysef in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, aud hears no sound
Save Its own dashiJss-y yet-the dead are there
And millions in these soltudas siyce first
The flight CI years began, have laid them down
In their last eep-tbc dead reign In there alone
80 shalt thou rost, and whatif thou withdraw
IN sueLCH IRON the nYlng ana no friend
lake note OF thy departure2 A II that beathe
viii share thy de'tiny. The gay will laugh
Wbtn thou art gone, The solemn brood OF care
Piod on, and each one as before will Chaee
His favorite phautom yet al those es5hiiaf shf leave
lheir mirt" - enelr employments and shall
come
Ana make their bed with thee As the long train
CT aies glide away, the sons Of man.
The youth in lilies green spring. and he who goes
Ia the full strength Of years, matron and maid,
and the sweet babe and the grey-haired man
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
go I've that when thy summons comes TO join
Theiunumerable caravan which pOYes
To that mvstariOus realm where each shail take
His chamber in the silent halls OF death,
Thou go not like the quarry slave at night,
ScOuTged 10 his dungeon but, sustained and
s00thed
BY an unfaltehng trust approach Thy grave,
Like one EhO wraps the dIapary Of 0is corch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams,