Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1894-10-07
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Gray's Eieav.
October 4, 1894
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commencing:
THE curfew tolls the knen OF parting
day;
The lowing herd winds slowly DER the
lea; etc. a FRIEND.
ELEGY IN a COUNTRY CHURCH
YARD.
| The curfew tolls the knell Of parting day.
The lowing herd winds slowly DER the
The plowman homeward plods his weary
And leaves the world to darkness and
TO me.
Now fades the gllmmering LANDS ape On
the sight.
Ana all the air a solemn stiffness holds.
Save where the beetle wheels his dfOnibs
flight,
And drowsy tinkllngs lul the distant
folds.
The moping owl does 10 the moon COM
plain
OF such as. wandering near her secret
Molcst her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-
trees shade.
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
The rude 'fOrcfathers Of the hamlet
sleep.
The breezy call Of DEMONSTRATING
The swallow twittering from the straw
built shed,
The cocks shrll clarion. or the echoing
horn,
No more shall rouse them from their
lowly bed.
For them no more the blazing hearth
shall burn,
or busy housewife ply her evening care;
No children run TO lisp their sire,s return.
or climb his knees the enVied KISS TO
share.
OFT ala the harvest TO their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn slebe has
How jocund did they drive their team
a:cldi
How bowed the woods beneath their
sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toll.
Their homely joys. and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a dlsdaintul
The short and simple annals Of the
poor.
The boast of heraldry. the pomp of
And ali that beauty. all that wealth e'er
gave,
Await alike. the inevitable hour:
The paths of glory lead but TO the
grave.
Nor you, ye proud. imputo to these the
II Memory DER their tomb no trophies
Where, through the long-drawn aisle and
The pealing anthem swells the note
OF pIare.
Can stored urn. or animated bust;
Back to its mansion call the neeting
brCath2
Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust
or Flaucry soothe the duli' cold car
Of Death?
Perhaps. in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant With Celestial
Hands. that the rod OF empire Nigh,
or waked 10 ecstasy the living Tyre:
But knowledge to their eyes her ample
page.
Rich with the spoils of time. did ne'er
Chill Penury represssd their noble rage,
And lrozc the genial current Of the soul
Full many a gem Of purest ray serene,
The dark, uniathomed caves Oh ocean
Full many flower is born to blush un-
And waste its sweetness on the desert
air.
Some village Hampton. that, with daunt-
The n,,le tyrant or his fields withstood
Some mute. ingiorous Milton here may
rest,
Some Cromwell. guntless of his coun,
The applause Of listening senates to COM
mand.
TO scatter plenty Ger smiling land,
And read their history In nations eyes
Their lot forbade: nor. circumscribed
Their glowing virtues. but their crimes
confined.
Forbade TO wade through slaughter to a
And shut the gates Of mercy on man,
kind,
The struggling pangs of conscious truth
TO quench the bushes Of ingenious
Or heap the shrine Of luxury and pride
with incense kindled at the MUSES.
fame.
Far from the madding crowds ignoble
Their sober wishes never learned to
Along the cool, sequcstercd vale OF. life.
They kept the noiseleSs tenor OF thef
way.
Yet even these bones. from insult to pro
Some fran memorial still, erected nigh.
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculp-
ture decked,
Implores the passing tribute Of sigh.
Their name their years. spelt by the IN
lettercd Muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply;
And many holy text around she strews
Teaching the rustic moraiiSt 10 ole.
For who. to dumb forgetfulness a prey.
This pleasing anxious being eer re-
Left tie warm precincts Of the cheerful
Nor .i es5t one longing lingering look be
On some fond breast the parting soul re-
Some pious drops the closing eye re
Even from the tomb the voice of Mature
Even in our ashes live their wonted
For thee who, mindful Of the unhonored
Dost in these lines their artless tale
If chance. by lonely contemplation led.
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy
fate
| HapIy some hoary-heaGel swain may say.
"Oft have We seen him at the peep OF
dawn
Brushing with hasty step, the dews
away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn:
There at the foot of yonder nodding
| beech.
That wreathes its old. fantastic roots
50 high.
His iistless length at noontide would ne
And pore upon the brook that babbles
| by.
lizard BY yon wood now smiling as in
scOTn.
Muttering his Maynard fancies. he
Now. dropping. woful-wan, like one for
Or crazed with care. or crossed in hope
| less love.
zone morn. missed him on the 'customed
Along the heath and near his favorite
! Another came: nor yet beside the rlll,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was
| he:
"rhe next. with dirges due. in sad array