The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1880-11-13
At Sea --1sSO.

Cid Ocean tolls like lime, eacn Vlllo"
passing
Into another 10 elts, and is no more,
White the indwellihg spirit works on
massing
The great whole as before.
The ee,arase w.. al s;.,....tt 70 couaa aiid
But the deep smiles, as they die one by
| one,
In lazy pleasure lifting from below
His foam. .fecked purple to the sun.
Eve comes, the floods race past, we see
their white
Thrilled through by weird sea-fres, a
burning shiver
Which for one moment lives in eager
light
And then is quenched forever.
Even so, alas! The bright chief of our
race.
Homea or Shakes pcare-each in his own
place
Just Hashes forth, and then disappears;
For what we call their immortality
Is brief spark born bnt to be destroyed,
As the long ruin of all things that be.
Ho,,o, 5o,v, ba oodi.cs void
Such is the creed our wise ones Of the
earth
Eugrave now on the slowly-waning skies;
Ice, night and death-death with no sec
ond birth
Even now before their president eyes,
Pale in the lone abyssses Of existence,
World hangs on world. system on system
death,
While over all out2wearled life's resistance
Vasi wings of b!ackness spread
Till that proud voice. LET there be light"
whose breath
Came, We deemed, from Hayen old
glcoms to chase.
Hath past unfelt through dim waste of
death.
To cease at lenth upon deaf space.
Darkness eternal darkness, darkness bare
OF warmth, of life, OF thought, with orbs
that run,
Like sad ghosts of the shining years that
were,
Each round its frozen sun.
Sages may scoff:" What matters this to
you
Who will rest well whatever may bcfall?
Why care in what strange grab Of horrors
Is clothed the doom that waits US all?
What if some fresh. unfailing age Of gold,
Should fill each radiant galaxy with
bloom?
The man whose race is run, whose tale is
told,
ONDS nOtllluS Uul nlb tOulu.
Thus, whether Nature still uphold her
powers,
Or all things die at last, as men have died
Stop not to ask if that sure grave OF ours
Be coffin -narrow'Or world wide"
We answer thus: The cloud before US
spread
Stains with its shadow all that nursed oul
prime;
HOPE is the worlds best blood, which
chilled or shed.
Palsies the heart of Time;
Your grim futurity we cannot bear,
inro!ling,
Imagination has her own dispair,
And hears your distant deathbell tolling
The dropes even now beneath those evi
dreams,
That, like hearse nlumcs, wind-swep:,
around her nod,
And shrinkS from that lost universe, which
seems
To her the corpse OF God.
Let her still, therefore, guard her lamp
and fiIg
Away the terror under which she covers
Trusting in trance to feel the touch O
spring
And the young struggle of the 1owers.
Trusting that when the days are full, som
thought.
: Some presence, may down round as b.
and oY,
So that, as prophets and as bards hav
taught,
We men may live-not die.
Then, if that hope, which science oft liza
= thrown
| Be but our nurses lullaby and kiss,
II Nature round the edge her seeds haS
sown,
n Only to hide the near abyss;
II all her visloned flowers and fruits, th'
smile
And fade not, where the living watt
gleams,
Be but as desert phantoms which beguil
Mirrored on phantom streams;
Through none the promised annaran
may reap. ..,
We yet accept the bocn-believlng still
That the great mother means US weii-ai
sleep -,
In fairh, according 20 her will,
-Iacmalan's Magazine.