ingale was mute!

* * * * *

Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
But never came to shore!

* * * * *

JAMES ALDRICH.

_A Death-Bed_.

Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And breathed the long, long night away,
In statue-like repose!

But when the sun, in all his state,
Illumined the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.

* * * * *

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

_Thanatopsis_.

To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.

* * * * *

Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

* * * * *

Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

* * * * *

_March_.

The stormy March has come at last,
With wind and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.

* * * * *

_Autumn Woods_.

But 'neath yon crimson tree,
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
Her blush of maiden shame.

_Forest Hymn_.

The groves were God's first temples.

* * * * *

_The Death of the Flowers_.

The melancholy days are come,
The saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
And meadows brown and sear.

* * * * *

_The Battlefield_.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.

* * * * *

FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.

_Marco Bozzaris_.

Strike--for your altars and your fires;
Strike--for the green graves of y our sires;
God, and your native land!

* * * * *

One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.

* * * * *

_On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake_.

Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.

_Burns_.

Such graves as his are pilgrim-s