Shall these poor elements outlive The mind whose kingly will they wrought? Their gross unconsciousness survive Thy godlike energy of thought? THOU LIVEST, FOLLEN!— not in vain And the thorned crown of suffering worn. Oh! while Life's solemn mystery glooms While day by day our loved ones glide The living from the dread Unknown ;-- While ever on the closing eye, And on the lip which moves in vain, The seals of that stern mystery Their undiscovered trust retain ; And only 'midst the gloom of death, Its mournful doubts and haunting fears, Two pale, sweet angels, Hope and Faith, Smile dimly on us through their tears; — FOLLEN. 'Tis something to a heart like mine Less dreary seems the untried way Oh! at this hour when half the sky 317 Hung o'er with greenness in my sight; While through these elm-boughs wet with rain The sunset's golden walls are seen, With clover bloom and yellow grain And wood-draped hill and stream between; I long to know if scenes like this Are hidden from an angel's eyes; If earth's familiar loveliness Haunts not thy heaven's serener skies. For sweetly here upon thee grew The ideal of the Pure and True In earth and sky and gliding wave. And it may be that all which lends And greets us in a holier sphere. Through groves where blighting never fell, The humbler flowers of earth may twine; And simple draughts from childhood's well Blend with the angel-tasted wine. But be the prying vision veiled, And let the seeking lips be dumb, —— Where even seraph eyes have failed, Shall mortal blindness seek to come? We only know that thou hast gone, On all thou lookest we shall look, With Him, before whose awful power And forest leaf, looked out on thee, LINES ON CHANNING. 319 We leave thee, with a trust serene Which Time, nor Change, nor Death can move, While with thy childlike faith we lean On Him whose dearest name is Love! LINES ON CHANNING. MRS. L. J. HALL. WHEN sinks the sun, shall we forget With aspirations like thine own, Shine on for ever, tranquil star! Each thrilling cadence, each mild word Go, Christian sage! Death now hath wrought Death, who hath calmed all pain, hath sealed and heaven revealed. DEATH. WRITTEN AFTER READING DR. BRAZER'S SERMON ON THE DEATH OF HONORABLE LEVERETT SALTONSTALL. C. J. FOX. AND is this death? His suffering o'er, Stands the freed soul before the throne O human life! mysterious soul! Its frame has now an angel's power, So calm he lived, without complaint, Is on him still. |