The Newtown bee., 1904-04-15

Or whence this secret dread and inward Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself. and startles at destruction2
 sSat poss out an here And intimstes eternity to man.
 sS a The Eoe1ds wreck ,. of natter and the crash of
 We must pass by Wordsworth, who sang so Sweetly in his "Ode to I'm mortality" and by Browning who has nowhere concentrated his genius in one supreme utterance upon the theme of immortality, but who has richly scattered his hopes on number less pages of his many works. We pass them by that we may cross the seas, listen to the voices of two American bards and pass back again for our final witness to the hope beyond. Bryant, the poet of Nature and America's pride, saw, one day, the waterfowl jOurneying through the trackless sky, Tone wandering but not lost, and he wrote:
 "He who from zone to zone
 Guides through s;gh the boundless sky thy certain In the long way that must tread alone Will lead my steps aright." Longfellow, the favorite of the con- mon people, who touches so tenderly the heart strings of mankind, leads the race to the grave and tells them there in words of hope and comfort, God d's-acre! Yes. that blessed name imparts Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown The seed that they had garnered in their Their bread of life alas! no moro their own Into its furrows shall we all be cast. | In sure faith that we shall rise again At the great harvest when the archansers Shall winnow, like fan, the chaff and grain. ..Then shall the good stand in immorta! bloom, In the fair gardens of that second birth; And each bright blossom mingle its perfume With that of flowers, which never bloomed on 1 earth.
 with thy rude ploughshare. Death, turn up And spread the furrow for the seed we SOW; This is the field and acre of our God.
 This is the place where human harvests | grow"
 Again
 ACROSS THE ATLANTIC TO ENGLAND s SHORES,
 to hear the final testimony of tbe worlds foremost poet witness on this mighty theme; whose grief over the death of his friend Hallam gave to the world that grandeSt of all poems, "In MemOriam," through all the pages of which burns the immortal light. In this poem TennysOn builds his hopes upon love, that love must continue and persist. It is the moral worth of love that inspires faith and keep the poet from ultimate despair.
 If e'er when faith had fallen asleep,
 heard a voice believe no more,'
 And heard an ever-breaking shore
 That tumbled in the Goddess deep.
 "A warmth within the breast would melt
 And like man in wrath the heart
 Stood up and answered, I have felt" But TennysOn's supreme utterance or immortality is that famous and vel known lyric of humanity, Crossing the Bar.5 In this testimony Tenny. son shows his peace with the universe His hope has become a conviction, per sOnal, vital and triumphant. So witt perfect assurance the singer steps into the ship to sail for the celestial port but he leaves this song behind: | Sunset and evening Star,
 | And one clear call for me!
 And may there be no moaning of the bar.
 When put out to Sea, 7 But such tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the bOundleS
 Turns again home.
 Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark , And may there be no sadness of farewell, When embark. 0 For though from out our bourne of time an hope to see my Pilot face to face When have crossed the bar.''