Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-11-25

| Alas tnty all are in their graves,
| The gentle race of flowers
Are lying in their lovely beds,
With the fair and good of ours.
The rain is falling where they lie,
But the cold November rain
Calls not from out the gloomy earth
The lovely ores again.
Yet not nnmect il was that one
Like that young friend of ours,
So gentle and SO beautiful.
Should perish with the flowers.
Two of his finest patriotic poems are
| entitled 1.-The Return of the. Birds
and My Autumn Walk" One would
| scarcely suppose that the following two
stanzas were from one short poem:
81 hsar from many little throat
A Warble, interrupted song;
/ hear the robins fiute-like note,
The blue birds sleHderer song.
"And midland. plain and ocean strand
Shall thunder, GLORY to the brave
Peace to the torn and bleeding land,
And freedom to the slave.'"
from one and the same person:
Beautiful is the death sleep
OF those who bravely fight
In their country's holy quarrel,
And point for the right.
The leaves are swept from the branches,
But the living buds are there,
With fnlAaA HnWar and fnlianoo
To sprout in kinder air.
These are selections made from differ
ent poems written during the late civil
war. An earnest desire for his country's
welfare is displayed in both; and ever a
tender feeling for the bleeding soldier
and suffering orphan. But even here
the singefis not lost to the impulses of
earth, sky and air around him.
Bryant composed some very app-o-
pirate lises on the death of Lincoln"
We select one stanza:
"Purs was thy life, its bloody Close
Hath placed thee with the sons of
light,
Among the noble host of those
who perished in the cause of
"The Death of Slavery" is made the
subject of = poem, Of great force. So
We see that the great poet CT natare was
ever ready to herald IN verse the out
gOinRs of evil, the incoming of good,
and to embalm in song the memory of
the just.
Among the Trees" "The First
Hymn" and "rhe Prairies," !" are among
the NEST perfect specimens of his verses
devoted to wild and picturesque nature.
Here again, he contemPlatss, not only
the beauty Of external nature, but rea
sons calmly ON the spelling arts of man,
and hopes for his elevation to a high
state of manhood. He fondly prays for
that time.
"When kings no more
Shall sommon millions from the plaw to
Come to
The trade OF s!au,s ,s,4er, and of populous
Realms.
Make camps of war;
We have already spoken of Byron's
universal love for morphine. The
humble class found in him true advo-
cate. His lines dedicated to the toiling
millions, are worthy of immortal re-
metuhrance.
/" Far back in the ages the pow
with wreaths wers covered" says the
hero of our sketch; and his "Song of
Sower," IS one of the purest effasions
ever devoted to commerce and agrioul
ture.
William Cullen Bryant was not only
poet but be was a n.an-a man in the
highest and best sense of the word.
The advanced age he attained proves
his careful obedience to tie laws which
regulates the well-being of mankind.
He lives for an object and he won IL
with splendid honnr. His life is one of
the brlghtes: examples of what Aneri-
Gan citizenship Can achieve in the less
pretending fields of labor. Az q jour
ualist he was successful and reapel an
honorable fortune. As a politician no
was incorruptible. Speaking at all
times boldly aud fearlessly upon qoes-
ti0ns Of national moment, he never for
got the rules that govern the highest
standard of human conduct. Thor
oughly capable of filling any station Of
public trust, the greed for office spoils
never stained his ambitions. Hs was
contented to range in the more quiet
fields of action, where partisan rage
and disappointment come not.
A career 90 long, 60 worthy and fruit
ful cannot fail to create admiration IN
every intelligent citizen. When Will
liam Cullen Bryant passed from tbe
scenes in which he had borne 50 active
q part, all felt that America had lost
one O: its most upright citizens, the
world one of its noblest characters, AID
the muse ono of her most gifted sons.
He has left behind him name that
will not soon die. To borrow, in con-
clusion, the same lines he dedicated to
another
The earth may ring from shore to shore
With echoes of glorious name,
But he whose loss our tears deplore
Has left behind him more than fame.
The words of fire that from bis pen
Were fung upon the fervid page.
Still more, still shake the hearts of men,
AMID cold aud coward age.
CHEHALIs, w. T., November 10, 1888.