Miscellaneous. SONGS OF BEING. THE BIRTH. HAIL! new-waked atom of the Eternal whole, Hail, and forever! He who at first called forth From nothingness the earth, Who clothed the hills in strength, and dug the sea, Who gave the stars to gem Night like a diadem, Thou little child, made thee; Young habitant of earth, Fair as its flowers, though brought in sorrow forth, Thou art akin to God who fashioned thee! The heavens themselves shall vanish as a scroll, The solid earth dissolve, the stars grow pale, But thou, O Human Soul, Shalt be immortal! Hail! Thou young Immortal, Hail! He, before whom are dim Seraph and cherubim, Who gave the archangels strength and majesty, Who sits upon heaven's throne, The everlasting One, Thou little child, made thee! Fair habitant of earth, Immortal in thy God, though mortal by thy birth, Born for life's trials, hail! all hail to thee! THE DEATH. Shrink not, O Human Spirit! The Everlasting Arm is strong to save! Look up, look up, frail nature! put thy trust In Him who went down mourning to the dust, And overcame the grave! Quickly goes down the sun; Life's work is almost done; Fruitless endeavor, hope deferred, and strife! One pang, and then is o'er All the long, mournful weariness of life. Kind friends, 'tis almost past; Sweet children, gather near, And his last blessing hear. See how he loved you who departeth now! Whose breast he leaned upon, Come, faithful unto death, Receive his parting breath! The fluttering spirit panteth to be free,— Hold him not back who speeds to victory! -The bonds are riven, the struggling soul is free! Thou that the wine-press of the field hath trod ! And stand before thy God! Thou art of earth no more: No more art trammelled by the oppressive clay, But tread'st with wingéd ease The high acclivities Of truths sublime, up heaven's crystalline way. Here is no bootless quest; The city's name is Rest; Here love is all in all; Here shalt thou win thy ardent soul's desire; Lift, lift thy wondering eyes! Yonder is Paradise, And this fair shining band Are spirits of thy land! And these that throng to meet thee are thy kin, The city gates unfold enter, O, enter in! WHERE ARE THE DEAD? WHERE are the mighty ones of ages past, Where are the lofty minds of Greece? Where be Where are Rome's founders? Where her chiefest son, Before whose name the whole known world bowed down, Whose conquering arm chased the retreating sun? Where are the dead? Where's the bard-warrior king of Albion's state, A pattern for earth's sons to emulate, - Where is Gaul's hero, who aspired to be A second Cæsar in his mastery, To whom earth's crowned ones trembling bent the knee? Where are the dead? Where is Columbia's son, her darling child, Where are the sons of song, the soul-inspired, - The classic dead? Greater than all, an earthly Sun enshrined, The Swan of Avon, monarch of the mind, Where is the King of bards? Where shall we find The mighty dead? With their frail bodies, did they wholly die, Why was it not confined to earthly sphere, |