THE GENIUS OF DEATH 137 The Genius of Death. The Genfus of Death is beautifully represented in the "Gem" as a winged boy, his weeping eyes covered with his left arm, and trailing a torch reversed in the right hand. WHAT is death? "Tis to be free! All alike are humbled there! The mighty grave Wraps lord and slave; Nor pride nor poverty dares come Spirit with the drooping wing, Beneath thee strew'd Their multitude Sink like waves upon the shore; Storms shall never rouse them more! What's the grandeur of the earth To thy kingdom all have gone. The wondrous band; Bards, heroes, sages, side by side, Earth has hosts; but thou canst show Many a million for her one; Through thy gates the mortal flow Has for countless years roll'd on. Back from the tomb No step has come; There fix'd, till the last thunder's sound Shall bid thy prisoners be unbound! FRIEND SORROW. 139 Friend Sorrow. Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her And forget to-day." Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain. Cheat her not with the old comfort, "Soon she will forget "— Bitter truth, alas! but matter Rather for regret. Bid her not "Seek other pleasures Turn to other things:" Rather nurse her cagèd sorrow Till the captive sings. Rather bid her go forth bravely, Not as foe, with shield and buckler, Bid her with a strong clasp hold her By her dusky wings; And she'll whisper low and gently Blessings that she brings. HOW PEACEFULLY! 141 How Peacefully! How peacefully they rest! Cross-folded there Upon his little breast! Those tiny hands that ne'er were still before; Her heart no more will beat How quiet are the hands. That wore those pleasant bands! |