The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-06-24

WIN suDtle power, ana warns
But to destroy!
The weary march,
And days of toll, wherein the icy reach
Seemed ever to retreat, or near advance
With dazzling promises of hope and rest;
And weary eyes, outpeering through
The Ice-Queen's veil of snow,
Would cen renew their brightness
At some distant shade by iceberg cast
Which to their daZZled vision formed
A shape of snow-clad hut, and hope
Thrilled through the chilled veins
or life, blest life, renewed anon,
And strength returned, by food and warmth
o majesty sublime of Death!
How shall we know the day or hour
That claimed our wand rers for thine own?
Come, Vision, in the still, sad night,
And whisper to our comfort, thus:
"The thought that last
Sped from that frozen brain
Was prayer to God! The pulse
That last throbbed through
That noble heart was love for TheeI
No coward cry at Deaths approach
Il r trembled on the bearded lip!'
No sister there, or brother brave,
And strong and true; nor yet
A mothers last fond kiss, to thrill;
Nor fathers trembling hand outstretched
10 bless; no wife to 'sturb the calm
The awful cam-of death, by loud
And angushed cries of hopeless grief;
No sweet-faced girl to smooth pallid brow
Or, holding fast with Loves last hold
The hand which all too soon would bear
The rigid hue of death, anoint
The palm with burning tears
Which shamed not Virtue's womanhood-
Or, bending low, to claim
That last long kiss on Earth,
And whisper soft a trust in God
TO turn the dying vision hence.
Alone they died!
Gods angels know
The thoughts which are denied
To us of earth. Methinks hear
As still they lie, some words like these
lAnd voice, though low in death,
Yet deep, to touch each heart,
And Eaken the Amen" which lips
Now stiff were powerless to form:
BY waters still, my weary steps are led
Ana we will fear no ill, for Thou
Ar near Yea! through the Vale
OF Death we trust Thee STILL
For thou art God, and Thine the glory ber'
And then, mayhap, one other voice,
renewed TO life by these first thrilling tones,
Turned from that last death-sleep
To breathe in murmuring utterance
A prayer learned at his mothers knee.
And so Death found them there,
And claimed his own. And life
Fast fed. But on the noble brows
No terror staid! Proud they to dare,
And prouder still to bravely die
a smile shows forth the steadfast heart,
The victory over Death!
And now we mourn
With hearts athrob and warm
In Natures sympathy, for each
And all who lose their loved
In lands ATARI Death mOng the dear
lis bitter still-but death from home
And homes dear ties more pitiful.
And this the picture in our hearts for aye:
The lowering sky; the icy plain
Outreaching wide on every side, to meet
The leaden gray of sky, and, mingling lose
Its very Wilderness in the distant gloom:
Inc berg of ice, oft towering high,
Respondent on its diamond throne
And dazzling in its wondrous purity
Its base hid by the ermine drifts
Its hight lost in the clouds
Low drifting down. And tween
The plains of frozen white,
And upper plains of leaden gray
Pierced here and there drazazzling peaks.
Waft slowly down the never-ending flakes
OF snow; and forms once struggling through
Are by the nOiselesS snowtiakes clad
And now the sky is hid, and earth,
And forms; andonly to the gaze
Remain that wierd waste of snow
And LENA RIVERS frozen plain.
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