New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1909-07-07


nature, violent grief will give way to
that quiet and serene grief which
necessarily accompanies complete
resignation into the inevitable.
And now, my friends, let us bid
adleu to the deceased with the beauti-
ful lines from one of our greatest
American poets
To him who in love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms
she speaks
a various language; for his gayer
hours
She has voice of gladness. and q
smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she
glides
Into his darker Musings with a mild
And healing sympathy, that steals
away
Their sharpness ere he is aware.
When thoughts
OF the last bitter hour come like a
blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images,
VI the stern agony, and shroud and
pail,
And breathless darkness, and the
Make thee to shudder, and grew sick
at heart;
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
10 Natures teachings, while from ALI
around
Earth and her waters, and the depths
Comes a still voice.
Yet few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see mo-
To all her course, nor yet in the cold
ground, 80
Where thy pale form was laid with
many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shah
exist
Thy image, Earth, that nourished.
thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth
again.
And lost each human trace. surren-
dering up
Thine Individual being, shalt thou 90
To mix forever with the elements,
To be brother with the insensibfe
rock,
And to the sluggish clod, which the
rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads up
on. The Oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and
pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst
thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt
lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world.
with kings,
The powerful of the earth--the wise.
the good.
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages
past,
All in one mighty sepulchre The
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun
the wales
Stretching in pensive quietness be-
The venerable woods, rivers that move
In MAJESTY and the complaining
That make the meadows green: and
poured round all,
Old Oceans gray and melancholy
Are but the solemns decorations all
OF the great tomb of man, The pol-
den sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of
heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of
Through the still lapse of ages. ALI
that tread
The. globe are but a handful to the
tribes
That slumber in its BOSOM Take the
wings
OF morning, pierce the Barker wilder
ness,
Or lose myself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon. and hears no
sound
Save his own dashings-yet the dead
are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since
first
The flight of years began, have laid
them down
In their last sleep-the dead reign
there alone.
So shalt thou rest, and which if thou
withdraw
In silence from the living, and no
friend
Take note OF thy departure? All that
breathe
Will share thy destiny The gay will
laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood
of care
Plod on, and each one as before will
chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these
shall leave
Their mirth and their employments,
and shall come
And make their bed with thee. AS the
long train
OF ages, glide away, the sons of men.
The youth in Life's fresh spring, and
he who goes
In the full strength of years. matron
and maid,
The speeches. babe, and the grey
headed man
Shall one by one be gathered by thy
side, n
By those who in their turn shall fol-
low them,
So live that when thy summons comes
to join
The innnmerahlec caravan which moves