Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impress'd-Come near, and bear the beautiful to rest! Ye weep, and it is well! For tears befit earth's partings!-Yesterday Where'er he mov'd-the welcome and the bless'd! -Now gaze! and bear the silent unto rest! Look yet on him, whose eye Meets yours no more, in sadness or in mirth! Was he not fair amidst the sons of earth, The beings born to die? -But not where death has power may love be bless'd Come near! and bear ye the belov'd to rest! How may the mother's heart Dwell on her son, and dare to hope again? The spring's rich promise hath been given in vain, Is he not gone, our brightest and our best? Come near! and bear the early-call'd to rest! Look on him! is he laid To slumber from the harvest or the chase? -Too still and sad the smile upon his face, Yet that, ev'n that, must fade! Death holds not long unchang'd his fairest guest,— Come near! and bear the mortal to his rest! His voice of mirth hath ceas'd Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast; Yet mourn ye not as they Whose spirit's light is quench'd!—for him the past All is not here of our belov'd and bless'd -Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest! THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP. WHAT hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells? We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the depths have more !-what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies! -Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ! Earth claims not these again. Yet more, the depths have more !-thy waves have roll'd Above the cities of a world gone by! |