Daily Republican., 1881-09-30
From the West Chester Republican.
AT REST.

His work Is done. On earth's fair breast,
His weary form is laid at rest.
Stout heart, strong arm, that kingly brow,
How peacefully they slumber now.
J he farewell words of grief are said;
He sleeps among the countless dead.
The wavelets Of his northern lake
Beside his grave In sorrow break;
he breeze that floats across their surge
Is laden with a funeral dirge;
And sentres dumb, above him stand
The monarchs Of the forest land.
There shall he sleep till time shall end;
Above his dust shall MILL ms bend,
| ti6 couptry's homage, linger long,
The marble pile the poets song.
| Keep his great memory ever green,
While needing net he sleeps serene.
| The patriots heart the world around
| WIN mark that SPOT as holy ground;
Inc traveller there will ever turn,
| Fresh lessons from the past to earn,
md as through telrs lie reads his name,
lcll Ger the tale Of Garteld's iame:-
" i'll soc again the orphan boy,
MS widowed moi RS stay and Joy,
| With earnest purpose set his f>ce
Against the odds that block his race,
| Highly resolved to win that height
| Where gltaDs the lOftiest beacon light.
Will watch him as with growing power
He climbs tue steps of learning : tower,
Untll the IoOr boy takes his stand
| among the wise men of the land.
The Way Is toilsome rough and steep,
But heart Is Lrave and purpose deep.
He seems the soldier, valiant, sage,
A hero in heroic age;
The statesman Mt the council board,
| v ielding his lUglc's peerless sword;
The chosen chief of freedoms host,
| No prouder ruler earth can boast.
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The son, the husband, father, friend
A manhood aunch. a lifework grand,
| True citizen Of God's free lana,
| And over all a souls clear light
That walks by faith and not by sight
| And then he darkness covcrsall.
Base murder wings the fatal ball,
Through DAYS. weeks, months, Of dreary pai1
| The life GIBBS out from heart and brain.
Deat : shaGUwy valley must be trod:
II c treads it as a s3n Of Goa.
Reside he patient sufferers bed
I'hp whole wide world bows down its head.
Fond prayers In every tongue ascend,
stranger is brother, foe is friend.
| 'he dark robcd angel murmurs low,
And continents are drapci in woe.
his work is d ne. He lies at rest,
| No evil thing may him molest
No weary toll, no grief no pain,
May stir that placid rest again,
At rest beside the ripping lake;
Nights go. days come, he does not wake.
His work Is dore. q, say net so
"fls true the martyr lieth low,
'Tis true the grave has claimed its own,
Such wcrk as HIS is never done.
No deed Of truth shall ever cease;
No earnest word can hold its pea c.
As long as earth still onward roll,,
His life shal live in other souls
Make weak men stronger, ia sc men true,
Prompt wo thy deeds the ages through.
And star-lke, m d deaths darkest night,
Shine brighter than in noOn-day light.
And far or nesr, as God may set,
That noble soul is living yet,
>cw wO'k Is his. new fields are spread,
NV paths invite his victor tread:
q s chosen sons are scholars here;
lieyOnd the stars they find their sphere.
Father to us Thy ways are in,
but all is hnowr at last to him;
We can but trust. Thou doest well,
ut he IN Thy own liyhC does dwell;
We can but feel th"t Thou art 20 d.;
All things by him are understood.
We bless Thee for lis brave carer,
knigh hood without reprotch or fear;
We bless Thee for his sanity death,
Faithful unto the parting brcath
And ~ we leave him now at rest.
Help us to say "G0d kuOwcth Test
Sept. 10Th 1881. J. g. $.