Evening star., 1885-07-23

America has no poet laureate, or his pen
would be busy to-day with the mournfullest
duty ever committed 90 the muse. In the ab-
sence OF anything original suitable to the occa-
sion, we give some extracts from Tennyson's
noble ode on the death OF Wellington, some
portions OF which read as If written expressly
in honor of the dead hero on Mount McGregou
Lead out the pageant: Sad and slow.
As hts an universal woe.
Let the long long procession go.
Ana lie the monrnfnl martial music blow.
q friends. onr chief $, ,a,e-orncle Is nute.
The sta;esnlan-wsrrior. moderate, resolute.
Mhcle IN himself a common good
Mourn fOI the man NJ aiapsgst influence,
1el clesresi o, ambitious crime,
Our greatest yet with least prciefse,
Great in council and great in war;
And. las the greatest only arel,
- good wise ,esid which all rlen knew,
q Dice from which Their onlens all men drew,
q illli al lcugth that tower Of strength
Mhlch stood eursqaare 70 an the winds that blewi
The long seif-saerifice OF lite Is DER.
A peoples voice, We are people vet
mo All men else their nober dreams forget,
We nave a voice with which to pay the debt
o. boundless love and reverence and regret
To those srea, men who fought, snd kept ii ours
His voice is silent in our council-hau
For ever; and whatever temPesis lower
For ever silent even if they broke
IN thunder. silent; yet remember all
Mho never sold the truth 10 serve the hour.
Nor palterd d with Eternal God for power.
Who let the turhd streams of rumor flow
phro, nlS either habbllng world Of high and low.
Whose life was work. whose language rife
N,, Min rugged maSinls hewn from lie;
Who never spoke against 9 foe.
He. whom from both her open hands
Lavish Honor shower'd all her stars;
An afhuent Fortune emptied all her horn;
lea, let all good things awaii
Him who cares not to he great.
But as he saves or serves the state.
The path of duty is the way to glory:
lie, that ever following her Commands
On with toll of heart and knees aud hands.
Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won
His path upward. and prevaiId,
shall find the topping crags Of Duty scaled
are close upon the shining tabieiands
To which our God Himself Is moon and sun
Such ,n,Is NJ: his work Is done,
But while the races of mankind endure,
Let his great example stand
Colossal, seen ofevery land.
And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure;
TN in all lands and thro' all human story
The path of duty be the way to glory:
We doubt not that for one so true
There must be other nober work 20 do.
For tho the Giant Ages hsave the hill
And break the shore. and eyermore
Make and break, aud work their viii;
Tho world on world IN myriad myriads roll
RonDd us, each with different pbwers.
And other forms of life than ours,
1ihdt kT,O,c or,dter than The SDuls
Hush! the Dead March walls In the peoples ears.
Inc dark crowd moves and there sots and tears:
The black earth yawns: the mortal disappears
ASHES Ia ashes, dust to dust;
He Is gone who seem'd great
Gone; but nothing can bereave him
OF the force he made his
Being here, and we believe him
Something far advanced in state,
And that he wears truer crown
Than any wreath that man can weave him
God accept him, Christ receive him.