The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1879-03-27
BRYANF.s "THANAroPsrs. 3,

J To him who in the love sf Nature holds
Communion with her visible FERNS, she speak,
A various 1anguags for his gayer hours
( She has 3 T0Itg Of kladness, a6d a smile
Ana eloQuence Of beauty, and she glidss
Into bis darker musings, with mild
And healing sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness, ere he Is aware. When thoughts
OF the last bitter hour come like a blight
over thy spirit, and sad images
or thes stern agony, and the shrOud, and pail,
And bresthlsss dstkness, and tie narrow house,
Make thee to sbuddeF, and FfOH sick kt heart -
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Natures teachings, while from all around
1arE1 aud her waters, and the depths Of air.
ZONES still vOice-Yeta few days, and thee
the all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all mis- course; nor yet In the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor IN the embrace Of ocean, shall exist
EhyImage. Earth that nourished thee, shall claim
Tny growth, 10 De resolved to earth again.
And. lost each human trace, surrendeFing uH
Thine individual being, shalt thou 50
To mix rorever with the elements, g
To be brOthertO the insensibe rock
And TO the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould
Yet not to thine eternal resting place
suaIt toou retire alone. nor couldsg thou wish
COucn more magnificent Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs Of The infant W0fld-with kinEG,
The powerful Uf the eartk-=thB wiser tie good,
Fair forms, and h6ary seers Of ages past,
A1in one mighty sepuIchre. The bills
ROck-ribbed aud ancient as the suu-the wales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods-1vers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make meadows green; and. poured round all,
Old ocean s gray and melancholy waste
Are but the solemn decorations oil
OF the great tomb of man. The golden sum
The planets, all the infinite hosts OF heBvehi
Are sitting on the sad abodes Of death
Through the stil lapse Of ages, All that tread
The globe are but handful to the tribes
That slulnber Id It's bosom. Take the wings
OF morning, traverse BarCss desert sands, --
Or lose thYsalf In the Continuous woods
Where f5lis the Oregon, and hears nosound,
Save his own dashings-yet-the dead ere there
And millions in those sOlitudes, since hrst
The flight Of years began, have laid them down
IN their last sleep-the dead reign there alone.
90 shalt thou rest, and what ifthou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note Of thy departure2 All that breathe
WEl share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood Of care
PlOd on, and each one as before viii chase
His favorite phantom yet all these EhslIlesv8
Their nllrth and their empl0yments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
or ages glide away, the sons Of men,
me youth in lies green spring, and he who goes
N the fun strength Of years, mRtrOn, and maid
And the sweet babe, and the gfay-haired man.
shan one by one be gathered 70 thy side.
3yUuose, who In their turn shall follow them.
50 live. that when thy summons comes 10 join
The JnuumeTable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber In the silent halls Of DEATH
Fh5u 20 not Ike the quarry slave at night.
Scourged 70 hs dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
BY an unflltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapeTy Of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreamA