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 green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, And the sweet babe, and the gray-headed man,— Shall one by one be gatherered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Look upon those clouds that lie Pillowed on the far-off sky, So resplendent and serene, That they hardly dim its sheen; Look upon the sparkling deep, Where the golden sunbeams sleep, And across the waters bright Braid their quivering lines of light.
Yet the spirit of the storm Masks his elemental form Underneath this silent rest,
Which is over nature's breast: And a day may hardly pass
'Ere a dark and heavy mass Will beneath the sunshine spread, Like a canopy of lead.
And the shrieking gale will fly Trailing vapors through the sky; And the waves will crowd and roar To the rock-engirdled shore, And the rustling forest swing To the tempest's mighty wing, And the ocean, and the land, Feel the fury of his hand.
is not this alternate strife Like the changes of our life? And may not the storm arise In the quiet of our skies, And the folds of darkness roll O'er the radiance of the soul, And the gladness of the heart Like a flash of light depart ?--
Far above the shifting clouds, Nought the perfect lustre shrouds, And the sheeting sunlight there
THE BANNER OF MURAT.
Fills the blue untroubled air; So when we may once be clear From the mists around us here- Shadows from the realms of night Will not cross our path of light.
'Thou, of the snow white plume!'-Byron.
FOREMOST among the first,
And bravest of the brave!
Where'er the battle's fury burst,
Or rolled its purple wave- There flashed his glance like a meteor, As he charged the foe afar;
And the snowy plume that his helmet bore,, Was the banner of Murat!
Mingler on many a field,
Where rung wild victory's peal! That fearless spirit was like a shield—
A panoply of steel:
For very joy in a glorious name,
He rushed where danger stood;
And that banner-plume like a winged flame, Streamed o'er the field of blood!
His followers loved to gaze
On his form, with a fierce delight,
As it towered above the battle's blaze-- A pillar 'midst the fight:
And eyes looked up, ere they closed in death, Through the thick and sulphury air- And lips shrieked out with their parting breath, 'The lily plume is there!'
A cloud is o'er him now—
For the peril hour hath come
And he stands with his high unshaded brow, On the fearful spot of doom:
Away! no screen for a soldier's eye- No fear his soul appals;
A rattling peal-and a shuddering cry— And bannerless he falls!
BY JAMES 0. ROCKWELL.
GRAVE of waters gone to rest! Jewel, dazzling all the main! Father of the silver crest!
Wandering on the trackless plain,
Sleeping mid the wavy roar,
Sailing mid the angry storm, Ploughing ocean's oozy floor, Piling to the clouds thy form!
Wandering monument of rain, Prisoned by the sullen north! But to melt thy hated chain, Is it that thou comest forth? Wend thee to the sunny south, To the glassy summer sea, And the breathings of her mouth Shall unchain and gladden thee!
Roamer in the hidden path,
'Neath the green and clouded wave! Trampling in thy reckless wrath, On the lost, but cherished brave; Parting love's death-linked embrace Crushing beauty's skeleton—
Tell us what the hidden race With our mourned lost have done!
Floating ship, who in the sun Art an icy coronal;
And beneath the viewless dun, "Throw'st o'er barks a wavy pall; Shining Death upon the sea! Wend thee to the southern main; Bend to God thy melting knee! Mingle with the wave again!
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