The Big Stone Gap post. [volume] (Big Stone Gap, Wise County, Va.) 1892-1928, 1900-08-30
proach such beauty of language anu
49, ,.orse from GREY

nroach such beauty OF language anu
sentiment AZ that verse from Grey
Full many gem Of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean
bear;
Full many a flower is born to blush un-
seen
And waste its sweetness on the desert
air.
or those two verses from Goldsmith be-
ginning,
"And what is friendship hut a name
A charm that luls to sleep
or his sad warning to the weaker sex
"when lovely woman stooPs to folly
And learns too late that men betray'
What art can soothe her melancholy
What charm can drive her grief away
The only art her grief can smother
And stihe every burning sigh
And bring repentance to her lover
And wiring his bosom-is to die.
rhen there is Tom Hoods "Song OF the
sbirt'' that awakened all London, and his
other sweet, sad poem, 81 remem' err
pomember the House Where Was
Rom" would include those heroic
noems. "The Burial of Sir John Moore
hv Wolfe. and "Marco Bozaris," by Hal
leck Never was msre sweetly sad and
fearful verse written on death than that
of Halleck, beginning
Come to the bridal chamber, death
Come to the mother when she feels
Far the frs; time her frst-born's breath
Aud there is Mrs. Heman's apostro9he to
death,
Leaves have their time to fall,
aud Louplellow' "Psalm Of Life and
Mrs Smiths exquisite verses "l'
Sbould Die Tonight" and Tom Moore :
"Tbis World is All Il Fleeing Show ahc
Mrs. Barbados unequaled lines on Life
"Say not good night, but in some brighter
cline
Bid me good morning.
Horace Smiths lode to the Flowers
and his address to the Mummy OF
course. should 90 in, and the "Fisher-
mans PRAYER" by Jean Ingelow-bless
her sweet memory, and "The Cotter
Saturday Night" by Burns, and "Abou
Ben Adhem," by Leigh Hunt aud that
verse bv Langhoine that Walter Scott
wcpt oyer-tbat weeping mother hunting
over battlefield for her husband slain
"Bent Ger her babe-her eyes dissolved
in dew,
The big drops mingliug with the milk h'
drew
Gave the sad prcsage of his future years
The child of misery baptized in tears
There was painting of that sad picture
in an artists studio, and when Sir Walter
looked upon it and read the lines under
meath he was overcome, and wept IKE
child. Who does not love to weep some
times over such pictures or such poems
Nv dear mother used to sing to me "Ih'
Exile Of Erin" by Campbell, and it die
me rood to cry-tears are the embalmer'
Of pity.
OF course would not omit some beau
nnl gems from Colcridge and Words
worth. Montgomery aud Newton, Cowpel
and GRAY aud many others. but ! woui'
like to make mp q book that would adorI
the iresidc OF every good family. There
j.. one poem have not mentioned for
do not know who wrote it, nor do re
member but a few lines. Its tile is
"Whcre Shall the Soul Find Rest ant
the verse recall is
"And thou screnest moon that with sue
holy face
Looks down upon the earth asleep J
nights embrace,
Dost thou not know some SPOT wher
weary man may rest,
And free from care and pain be eve
blest?
Behind cloud the moon Withdrew
woe,
. And in sweet, sad voice she answered
t No
, Faith, hope and lovc-hest boons to mo-
tails given,
?lumed their bright wings and answere
! 'Ycs-in heaven
D would he pleased if some one wou
4 send me all OF that poem and tell me wi
t wrote 1t.
BILL ARP.
D-onA RHA, EaIl