Chapter I: Part 1

A BOOK OF CHRISTIAN SONNETS.

BY WILLIAM ALLEN, D. D.,

Late President of Bowdoin College; Author of the American Biographical Dictionary, and of Wunnissoo or the Vale of Hoosatunnuk a Poem.

NORTHAMPTON:
PUBLISHED BY BRIDGMAN & CHILDS.
1860.

Metcalf & Company, Printers,
Northampton.

PREFACE.

For some remarks on the nature and history of the _Sonnet_ and its peculiar excellence, as exemplified by Milton, the reader is referred to the Notes at the close of this book. The Author regards it as by its fixed laws and its structure the very best form of poetry for one short, complete, meditative lesson. A collection of such distinct, separate little poems,――mostly written within a recent period,――and not mingled with other forms of poetry,――constitutes this little volume.

The notes annexed are historical and illustrative, elucidatory of what from the necessary brevity of the verse might be otherwise left obscure, or such as seemed to be required by the unevasible claims and the infinite worth of the revealed Christian truth, which makes the texture of these sonnets.

While Petrarch, the inventor of the _Sonetto_, Spenser, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and other foreign poets have written a multitude of sonnets, it is to the author a matter of surprise, that not more than half a dozen sonnets――within his knowledge――have ever been sent forth by any one of our poets; so that this may be regarded as the first book of American Sonnets ever published.

An old man, the tenant for a year past of a sick chamber, who from early life has been a student and cultivator of poetry, has found not a little pleasure in such musings, as he now offers to the public. His meditations, it may well be supposed, have not been of fictitious scenes. Aware of his liableness at any moment to be summoned away from this world,――which to his eye is filled with beauty mingled indeed with deformity,――into a world of undefaced loveliness and eternal glory, he could not have excused himself, if he had employed the precarious time lent to him in drawing idle, uninstructive, unprofitable pictures; but his mind has been filled with intense thoughts on God's pure, unchanging, soul-saving Truth; and he has endeavored to give true sketches, however faint and feeble, of divine and eternal realities not unworthy of the contemplation nor unfit to awaken the affections of rational, immortal men. The uninterrupted study of God's Word for 50 or 60 years may be his apology for declaring what in his judgment are plainly and indubitably some of the great truths of that Word. But he earnestly asks the reader to search the Scriptures with his own eyes. What God has said is true.

Northampton, Dec. 19, 1859

CONTENTS.

Sonnet Page

1. On Washington, 9
2. The Stars, 10
3. Last Wish of Wm. H. Prescott, 10
4. On War, 11
5. Truth's Testimony of Christ, 11
6. Corrupted Youth, 12
7. Penitence, 12
8. God's Omnipresence. Psalm 139, 13
9. The Prometheus Chained of Aeschylus, 13
10. On Tyndale, the Martyr, 14
11. Miserable Old Age, 14
12. Idols. Psalm 135, 15
13. To four Presidents alive. 1826, 15
14. The Way of Salvation, 16
15. The Overthrow of Popery, 16
16. The Fall of Babylon, 17
17. The Scoffers at the Bible, 17
18. Prayer, 18
19. Christ's Table, 18
20. Death. Job 14, 19
21. The Storm on the Lake, 19
22. On Jacques Balmat, 20
23. Controversy, 20
24. The Sabbath, 21
25. The Widow's Son Raised, 21
26. Thanksgiving-Day, 1859, 22
27. The Lord my Shepherd, 22
28. Christ's Resurrection, 23
29. Darkness until Heavenly Light, 23
30. Maria Malleville Allen, 24
31. Prayer for Mercy, 24
32. The Lost Child, 25
33. Mexican Idol, 25
34. God our Safety. Psalm 91, 26
35. The Believer Encouraged, 26
36. On Rev. Dr. John Codman, 27
37. Northampton Grave-Yard, 27
38. The Lord's Prayer, 28
39. Praise to God. Ps. 148, 28
40. On my Father, Rev. T. Allen, 29
41. Time's End. Rev. 10, 29
42. Written in a Thunder-Storm, 30
43. Impiety, 30
44. On the Death of my Daughter, 31
45. The Last Day of the Year, 31
46. Transfiguration of Christ, 32
47. Sleepers in the Grave-Yard, 32
48. Song of the Redeemed. Rev. 7, 33
49. Nature Reproved, 33
50. Removal of Severe Illness, 34
51. God Man's All-Sufficient Good, 34
52. The Death of Rev. Dr. I. Nichols, 35
53. The Voice of Nature to Poets, 35
54. The Cross and Crown, 36
55. Dying I am Blest, 36
56. Compact on Board the Mayflower, 37
57. To Jesus Christ, God's Son, 37
58. To Dr. Thomson, Missionary, 38
59. Happy Old Age, 38
60. Pilgrims on Plymouth Rock, 39
61. No Sorrow in Death, 39
62. On John Robinson, 40
63. Sudden Sickness. 1845, 40
64. On Truth, 41
65. Two Views of Death, 41
66. God's Marvellous Works. Ps. 104, 42
67. The last Words of a Minister, 42
68. Plymouth Monument laid, 1859, 43
69. Effect of Death on Man, 43
70. Christmas, 44
71. New Year's Day, 1859, 44
72. Donati's Comet, 1858, 45
73. Execution for Murder, 1630, 45
74. Oneness with God. John 17, 46
75. My Birth Day, Jan. 2, 1859, 46
76. God and his Son, 47
77. On Martyrs, 47
78. To Rev. Dr. Spring, New York, 48
79. Perseverance in Christ's Service, 48
80. Glorying in the Cross, 49
81. Man without Revelation, 49
82. God is One, 50
83. What is it to die? 50
84. Churches of Piedmont, 51
85. The Lord's Supper, 51
86. Occom, the Indian Preacher, 52
87. My Sermon, July, 1851, 52
88. National Convulsions, 53
89. Psalm VIII., 53
90. To my Native Town, 54
91. To Sarah Anna Hopkins, 54
92. To Mrs. Douglass in jail, 55
93. Ready for Either, 55
94. To Miss Hannah Lyman, Montreal, 56
95. Visit to Pontoosuc or Pittsfield, 56
96. Company of Old Men, 57
97. Joy in a Dying Hour, 57
98. Niagara Falls, 58
99. Justification by Faith, 58
100. Universal Triumph of the Gospel, 59

A BOOK OF CHRISTIAN SONNETS.

1. ON WASHINGTON.

Great WASHINGTON! Mount Vernon's shade were naught,
Except as close allied to thine own name;
And what but noblest virtues without blame
Have all the lustre of thy glory wrought?
Our country's chief in freedom's battle fought,
Thy sword laid down in triumph's loud acclaim;
Then "First in peace," our nation's good thine aim,
To Rulers many a lesson thou hast taught.
The model patriot thou, thy life unstain'd;
A rev'rent worshipper of God, we see
Thine end was peace; one noble act remain'd,――
Thy dying voice said to thy slaves, "Be Free!"――
With no dear son, each Freeman is thy Son,
And thou his Father lov'd, Great WASHINGTON!

2. THE STARS.

In the sweet silence of a cloudless night
The glory-studded firmament on high
With wonder overwhelms my gazing eye,
Lost in the wilderness of worlds of light.
Around these suns do systems wheel their flight,
All pure and spotless as the crystal sky,
Th' abodes of bliss serene without a sigh,
Where mists and clouds ne'er rise nor storms affright?
O, for an angel's wings to fly away
From this low world of sin, and woe, and care,
And gain those orbs of purity and love!
Wish not for angel's wings: thy God obey,
And soon his grace thy ransom'd soul will bear
Up to his own more glorious throne above!

3. LAST WISH OF WM. H. PRESCOTT.

Still beautiful in this thy rest so deep,
Thy final wish fulfill'd, we see thy face
Calm as in life, with not a marring trace
Of the swift blow, which calls thy friends to weep.
What hosts of mighty dead around thee keep
On these rich-loaded shelves their silent place?――
"Farewell, companions lov'd; like your's my race
Is run; tomorrow in the ground I sleep."――
What would he teach us, living, by this scene?――
Books! books! are earth's invaluable lights;
Treasures of truth, the richest gifts terrene,
Left by fled spirits in their upward flights!
And what does man demand, in age and youth,
But heav'n-descended, heav'nward-guiding TRUTH?

4. ON WAR.

"Thou shalt not kill,"――the Almighty God hath said.
Then, Mighty Kings! who glory in your shame
And swim in blood to gain a hero's name,
What awful doom――with all your greatness fled――
When, rising with your subjects from the dead,
Ye stand in judgment? What will then be fame?
And will not fiery courage be quite tame;――
On ev'ry side th' Almighty's terrors spread?
O, Living Monarchs! within reach of grace,
Of love and mercy from the throne of God,
Forgiveness may ye find, and faith t' embrace
The offer'd pardon through redeeming blood;
Then to the world great Benefactors prove,
Your pride exchang'd for happy subjects' love!

5. TRUTH'S TESTIMONY OF CHRIST.

Truth to the earth came down from heav'n above,
Cloth'd in celestial beauty to the eye,
Willing to see; man's guide to God on high.
Her voice is voice of sweetness and of love,
Of pow'r all feelings of the soul to move.
When she but speaks, all wild'ring phantoms fly,
Each cheat, and fraud, and vile, illusive lie,
Which in our murky air around thick rove.
She speaks of Him, who ere the earth was made
Was God's own Son in heav'nly glory bright;
Yet dwelt with man in mortal flesh array'd,
Redeemer blest! of this dark world the light;――
Whose death by cruel nails our life has won,
Whose cross for us a bright, immortal crown.

6. CORRUPTED YOUTH.

I've seen the morning sweet, serene, and bright,
Cheer'd by th' effulgence of the orb of day,
And ev'ry object drest in pure array;
But soon the splendor chang'd to dismal night.
Dark clouds and raging storms spread round affright,
While lightnings gleam, and thunders bring dismay.
And such too oft is Youth: thoughtless and gay,
With ev'ry charm to bless th' admiring sight.
But soon how chang'd! The face is mark'd with care,
The furious passions cast away control,
And outrag'd conscience shakes a glist'ning dart.
Poor Youth! Would'st thou the marred scene repair,
The sway of holy laws must guide thy soul,
And love, and hope, and faith must fill thy heart.

7. PENITENCE.

Heard ye the anguish of that broken sigh,
Bursting from wretched sinner's smitten heart?
Or did ye mark the contrite tears, which start
In pearly drops from that uplifted eye?
Blest is that groan; 'tis heard by him on high,
Whose grace from prostrate soul will ne'er depart,
Whose tender love will soothe the mental smart,
And to Himself bring humble aliens nigh.
Blest are those tears;――with brighter ray they shine,
Than costliest gem, which tyrant's crown adorns,
When beaming on the gaze of subject throngs.
The grief of penitence wakes bliss divine
Before His throne, who bore the crown of thorns,
And Angels' harps resound with rapt'rous songs!

8. God's omnipresence. Psalm 139.

O, whither from thy Spirit shall I go?
Or whither from thine eye shall I repair?
Thou, Lord, if I ascend to heav'n, art there;
And there, if I lie down in grave below:
Or if the wings of morning on me grow,
And with the speed of light I pierce the air
And find the shores, which India's billows wear,――
Ev'n there thy presence will around me flow.――
If I should say,――"night's veil will me conceal;"
Yet in thy view the darkness shall be light,
And deepest gloom will shine like flood of day.――
Thy presence, Lord, then let me ever feel
Each budding, sinful aim and thought to blight,
And urge to deeds of holy, blest array.

9. THE PROMETHEUS CHAINED OF AESCHYLUS.

'Tis piteous tale, in Grecian numbers told,――
Prometheus chain'd by Vulcan to a rock;
Expos'd aloft to ev'ry tempest's shock,
To burning sun, and winter's shiv'ring cold:
And all his woe, as minstrel doth unfold,
From love to man, whom other gods would mock.
For man his hands Jove's treasury unlock;
The stolen fire he breathes on man's dull mould.
O, could this Bard have liv'd in Christian days,
And seen our blessed Lord nail'd to the tree,
Expos'd, from love to man, to scorn and woe;
He would have sung of JESUS; and his lays
Would shame our empty, soulless minstrelsy,
Whose strains in praise of JESUS never flow!

10. ON TYNDALE, THE MARTYR.

Tyndale! Blest martyr to the truth and right,
Who in thy zeal didst cause, with labor long,
God's word to shine out in thy native tongue,
In killing thee the men, who to the light
Darkness prefer, would shroud the world in night.
Vain hope! for on the day of this great wrong
The sun of truth arose on England's throng
With not a cloud t' obscure its splendor bright.
What though the men of Rome did strangle thee,
Then burn thy body at the stake? Thy name
Is honor'd in the earth, while infamy
Attends thy foes, and bigots blush with shame.
But more than this: in the last day God's Son
Will give the glorious crown, which thou hast won!

11. MISERABLE OLD AGE.

'Tis weary through the race of life to run,
Expos'd to noon-tide heat and chilly night,
Mid storms, that well the boldest may affright,
When clouds with lightnings arm'd obscure the sun.
Our cares are vain; the good is never won;
Sweet joys are fleeting as the meteor's light;
Unfix'd as shadows are our hopes most bright;
And toil of years is toil but just begun.
Backward from long ascent we turn the eye,
If haply the review may cheer the heart:
The graves of those we love heave through the way.
Forward we gaze: thick mists obstruct the sky,
But precipice is near, from which we start;
Yet naught remains but down to slide and die!

12. Idols. Psalm 135.

The heathen gods are gods of yellow gold,
Of shining silver, or perchance of wood,――
Moulded in various shapes, as moulder would,
And for large sums to godless sinners sold.
These gods have mouths, but speak not;――that were bold:――
Eyes have they, but they see not――as eyes should;――
Ears have they, but they hear not――yet are wooed;
They breathe not through their throat――may it be told?
Nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought, nor sense have they,
Who to these idol-gods their homage give,
And pray for succor to a stubborn block.
We pity such strange folly――as we may;――
But if we worship idols, though they live,
Do we not, too, the one Jehovah mock?

13. TO 4 PRESIDENTS ALIVE. 1826.

Ye've run a race of glory here below,
Such as no rolls of hist'ry can display;――
Have held o'er Freedom's land a gentle sway,
Have seen its prosp'rous tide unceasing flow,
And now, retir'd, a welcome peace ye know.
Methinks ye calmly smile,――as well ye may,――
At those, who mingle in the public fray,
O'erwhelm'd by cares, that no repose allow.
Ye've run your race of honor, and full soon
The darkness of the grave will close the scene;
And after death your Judge will weigh your ways.
My heart desires for you the blessed boon,
That, ransom'd by the blood outpour'd for sin,
Ye run th' immortal race of heav'nly praise!

14. THE WAY OF SALVATION.

If we with conscious guilt and humble shame
Our sins confess to God and deep deplore,
Resolv'd his holy laws to break no more,
For pardon trusting in his Son's great name,
Whose wondrous love brought him to bear our blame;
Then let a rush of troubles whelm us o'er,
As stormful billows dash upon the shore,――
E'n dying, we in peace may each exclaim,――
"My spirit into life doth die away,
And my poor body shall now rest in hope,
Awaiting with the sav'd the rising day,
When at the trumpet's blast each grave shall ope,
And in the likeness of Christ's body I
Shall share in glory endless in the sky!"

15. THE OVERTHROW OF POPERY.

An angel rais'd a stone as millstone great,
And cast it in the sea, and loudly cried――
"Thus shall great Bab'lon perish in her pride,
No fragment left of her once glorious state!"
Down sank the stone beneath the wave; when straight
The earth, by guilt o'erburden'd, heav'd her side,
And down the city fell in ruin wide,
And naught was seen of walls, that tower'd so late.
"Alas, that city great!" Cry mighty kings,
Whose sceptres had sustain'd her bigot sway,
While she by sorc'ries propp'd their tyrant throne.
While swells her smoke, as of burnt-offerings,
Standing afar, through fear, they mournful say――
"Alas! that mighty city, BABYLON!"

16. THE FALL OF BABYLON.

Her shorn, and cowl'd, and mitred merchants weep,
Since perishes with her their gainful trade
Of long indulgencies, for silver weigh'd,
Pledg'd from sad purgatory souls to keep,――
Of holy water, oil, and relics cheap,
As blood, tears, rags, and bones in grave-yard laid,
Of crosses, roods, and forms for Mary made,
Of beads and bulls, and various wares a heap;
Of idols, masses, pray'rs, and souls of men,
By sale of which they liv'd in indolence,
And laugh'd while their poor cred'lous dupes did groan.
Seeing her smoke afar, they cry again,――
"Alas for all her lost magnificence!
Fall'n is that proud, great city, BABYLON!"

17. THE SCOFFERS AT THE BIBLE.

If God is holy Governor supreme,
And star-born, earth-born subjects must obey,
Or bear the Judge's sentence as they may;――
If they, endow'd with intellect's bright gleam,
Free-will, and conscience, see God's Truth outstream,
Yet scoff, instead of trembling with dismay,
And infidels defiant prove; the day
Is nigh, when Christ will say――(it is no dream,
They'll hear the trumpet's blast, no soothing lyre――)
Unto the devil's proud, poor dupes ensnar'd,
No longer bold against God's Son t' conspire,
Their sin and all its damage unrepair'd,――
"Depart, ye cursed, into endless fire,
For Satan and his angel-hosts prepar'd!"

18. PRAYER.

The humble peasant on the mountain's side
May feel th' oppressor's gripe, and seem his prey;
But in compacted state, of just array,
His country's arm will be to his allied.
Though trampled on, and justice be denied,
Yet let him in his Sov'reign's ear display
His wrongs, and quick a just and mighty sway
Shall lift him up, and check the spoiler's pride.――
The ear of God is open to our cry:
Though high his throne, beyond our feeble sight,
He hears from this far world each humble sigh;
And swift to do his will, in squadrons bright,
From heav'n to earth his mighty angels fly,
Outstripping in their course the speed of light.

19. CHRIST'S TABLE.

The monarch's table, grac'd with golden plate,
With viands loaded, brought from ev'ry clime,
Garnish'd with beauty, cheer'd with minstrel's chime,
Is poor, compar'd with that, at which I sate.
The humble feast outvied all royal state;――
The bread from far beyond where sun doth climb,
The wine more ancient than the birth of time,――
Present the King of Kings o'er worlds elate;
The guests in purity of heart array'd,
Their songs the glad emotions of the soul,
Their faces beaming with celestial love.――
Like this no table e'er shall be display'd
Till o'er the earth the car of fate shall roll,
And bear the worthy to the feast above.

20. DEATH. Job 14.

Poor man, of woman born, is child of woe;
His days are few and fill'd with bitter grief,
With cares and pains, from which is no relief,
Till scythe of death shall lay his blossoms low.
The gen'rous tree cut down will once more grow,
And spread its branches after ruin brief
Loaded with fruits almost beyond belief;――
Such pow'r have living roots, that creep below.
But man decays, and wastes away, and dies,
His noble frame dissolving in the ground,
His spirit fled――ah, whither who can say?
Beneath the valley's clod in sleep profound
He rests, and there the sleeper quiet lies,
Till earth shall burn and heav'ns shall flee away.

21. THE STORM ON THE LAKE.

The vessel floated on the inland sea,
And Jesus found repose to nature dear,
When straight the angry storm comes wing'd with fear,
And heaving billows roll tumultuously.
Asleep in undisturb'd tranquillity,
The voice of terror breaks upon his ear,
"Master! now save us, or we perish here;――
We sink, unless deliv'rance comes from Thee!"
He rose and said――"Ye tempests! cease to blow;
Ye billows! be ye calm as infant's sleep:"――
When lo, the winds are hush'd and smooth the waves.
Ye toss'd and tempted souls! to Jesus go;
In him your faith and trust unshaken keep,
And ye shall be secure, for JESUS saves!

22. ON JACQUES BALMAT.

Mont Blanc! That he first gain'd thy snow-built height
Was his great pride and boast. Yet crevice deep
Became his sudden grave, where he doth sleep,
Slid in some icy chasm with wild affright,
Shut out from human reach and human sight.
Of man's strange pride, for which the angels weep,
From this a useful lesson let man reap,
Whatever point he gains by struggling might.
First scholar, artist, genius of the age,
First with the sword or with the tongue's debate,
Poet strong-wing'd or philosophic sage,――
However loud the trump, that calls thee great,――
Proud, boasting worm! just think of poor Balmat,
In ice-chink plung'd from all his high eclat!

23. CONTROVERSY.

I've struck the milk-white quartz with gentle blow,
And split with hammer fragment from the rock,
When lo, unquarried by the shiv'ring shock,
The precious Em'rald's crystal beauties glow!
Thus from the mine of thought, obscure and low,
Does force of argument the gem unlock,
Whose charms the beams of star-born diamond mock;――
That gem is _Truth_――the truth, which angels know!
Delve patient; make the stubborn barriers fly;
Though long the toil, let hope assuage thy care;
Each blow the glad and glist'ning beams may wake.
With zeal contend; the inquisition ply;
Yet in debate this needful caution bear――
Be gentle, or the crystal thou mayst break!

24. THE SABBATH.

Sweet is the dawn of tranquil holy day,
Hallow'd, e'en from the birth of time, to rest,
To purest joys, and contemplations blest;――
The cares of this vain world put far away.
God said, "Let there be light:" and straight the play
Of varied hues all nature did invest:
Creation ended,――this was God's behest;――
"Let Sabbath peace return, while earth shall stay."
Once more, near thrice the hundred thousandth time,
The blessed light upon the world is spread,
And wakes an heav'nly flame in many an eye:――
Just emblem of that Sabbath day sublime,
Whose beams in heav'n on ransom'd souls are shed
In glorious brightness through eternity!

25. THE WIDOW'S SON RAISED.

No company of revellers is here,
But sad procession solemn moves and slow,
While sobs are heard, and tears of anguish flow;――
A widow's only son is on the bier.
But now the mighty Son of God comes near,
And stops the moving spectacle of woe,
And says――"Young man, I tell thee, rise!" When lo
The dead man lives, and speaks in accents clear!
O, what a tide of ecstasy was thine,
Blest widow, kissing that son's face once more,
Then falling at _His_ feet, who wak'd the dead!
So, at another day, that voice divine
Shall reach all caverns of the grave with power,
And rapture through innum'rous hearts shall spread.

26. THANKSGIVING-DAY, 1859.

Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving-Day
For all his wondrous goodness to our Land;
To mine, and me. Ah, who can understand
The myst'ries of his love? To Him I pray,
With millions whom his truth and spirit sway,
That all our people may discern his hand
In their rich blessings and in one great band
Serve Him, whom all the hosts of heav'n obey.――
Yet what is now our pride is but our shame――
"Our Country's FREEDOM!" 'Tis not known by all,
Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.
Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,――
"Ye glorying States, that boast of LIBERTY,
Look on four million SLAVES and make them FREE!"

27. THE LORD MY SHEPHERD.

The Lord my Shepherd is――the Psalmist said――
In pastures green he gives me soft repose,
And leads where living water gently flows;
Thus ev'ry want is by his bounty fed.
When from his paths I err, by pride misled,
My soul his kind restoring mercy knows;
He brings me joy, and saves from direful woes;
Then let my tongue his praises ever spread.
Yea, though I walk through death's most dreary vale,
Where unshap'd shadows glide and bring affright,
Since thou art with me naught shall wake my fear.
The path, tho' dark and fill'd with mis'ry's wail,
Guides to yon distant, growing, glorious light,
Gleaming from throne of God in heav'ns most clear.

28. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION.

Welcome, O Day, in dazzling glory bright,
Emblem of yet another day most blest,
When all Christ's friends with him in heav'n shall rest;
For on this day, in his recover'd might,
The sleeper wak'd to see this morning's light;――
"The Son of God!" glad angel-hosts attest:
So, when alive, most fully shown, confest,
For on this day he took his heav'n-ward flight.
When therefore our glad eyes this morning's sun
See rising on the earth, we'll lift our thought
To Him, who by his death our life hath bought,
And victor-king for us a crown hath won.
It e'er shall be a day of sweetest joy,
Till we shall see our Lord in yonder sky!

29. DARKNESS UNTIL HEAVENLY LIGHT.

Dark is the soul of man all hist'ry shows,
Until outshines God's pure and heav'nly light;
Till then delusions play upon his sight――
Misleading ev'ry step, as on he goes,
Each vile imposture working him great woes,
Each cheat and lie, sprung up in murky night,
Withstanding ever what is true and right,
And love of gain all honesty o'erthrows.――
Reason, a flick'ring taper, is but dim,
While pride and ev'ry passion keep their sway.
Where then can help be found except in Him,
Who spake at first, and night was turn'd to day?――
God's only Son! Shine thou on us in love;
Then shall we dwell with thee in light above!

30. MARIA MALLEVILLE ALLEN.

My MALLEVILLE! mature like fruitful vine
About my house, while flourishing most fair
Thou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,
And here no longer can I call thee mine.
But how can I against God's will repine?
He will restore thee, and my loss repair,
Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,
And with the holy who in glory shine!
E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,
Which breaks like torrent from the harps of gold
Resounding through heav'n's arches by the throng
Of ransom'd sinners and with joys untold,――
"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strain
To thee, O LAMB, be paid, for Thou wast slain!"

31. PRAYER FOR MERCY.

I dare not, Lord, claim aught of good from thee
As in reward of virtue my just right;
Up to thy throne on high, all-glorious, bright,
I dare not lift my eyes. Humility
Befits the child of sin and misery:
Repenting tears may well bedim his sight.
Yes, Savior, on my guilty breast I smite,
And "Mercy! Mercy!" this is all my cry.
'Twas mercy, in thy vast, amazing love,
Awaking wonder in th' angelic throng,
That brought thee down from God's right hand above,
Upon the cross to die, t' atone for wrong.
Then wilt thou not my sad petition hear,
And give me peace and hope, instead of fear?

32. THE LOST CHILD.

Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vain
The wilder'd child in forest wide to find;
But pity call'd once more the neighbors kind
Each darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.
In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,
Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,――
With law――"If dead, a single horn shall wind:――
Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!"――
"Hark!"――as the Father lay with ear to ground,
He cried;――"Alas, my wife, the single horn!――
Oh no! Gun, horn, and shout the forest shake!"――
So, when the wilder'd, sinning man is found,
By grace recover'd and to goodness born,
From angel hosts the shouts of joy outbreak.

33. MEXICAN IDOL.

Of giant height, carv'd from basaltic block,
Two snakes the monster bears for arms and hands;
On either side a vulture's wing expands;
The noble face of man its features mock.
Beneath, the fangs of Rattlesnake unlock;
On Tiger's claws the fearful idol stands;
Men's hearts and skull do make his necklace bands;――
Meet ornaments, that ev'ry gazer shock!
Here is the form of true idolatry!
Worship of serpent――vulture――tiger god,――
Curst Lucifer, the rebel flung to hell!
Can Christians to such idol bow the knee?
The idol WAR is such; thus cloth'd, thus shod,
Inwreath'd with skulls, hissing with malice fell!

34. GOD OUR SAFETY. Psalm 91.

Who in the Most High's secret place doth dwell,
Beneath th' Almighty's shadow shall abide.
God is my refuge, where I safe may hide,――
My fortress strong and inaccessible.
From thee the noisome plague he will repel,
And safe from fowler's snare, with skill applied;
Although a thousand fall down at thy side,
No evil shall approach thy house or cell.
His kind, protecting wings o'er thee shall spread;
His truth shall be to thee a brazen shield,
His promise stronger than a tow'r on high;
Of nightly terror be not then afraid,
Nor of the day's swift arrow: 'tis reveal'd,
Thy God, thy trust, shall lift thee to the sky!

35. THE BELIEVER ENCOURAGED.

Pilgrim! do thickest clouds of grief and woe
Shut from thine eye that sweet and heav'nly light,
So lately spread upon thy pathway bright?
Is a dark wing outstretch'd o'er all below?
Fear not: more glorious beams shall surely flow
From fount perennial on thy gladden'd sight.
Thy God is faithful. In his love and might
Thou'rt safe; and naught thy bliss can overthrow.
Gaze now upon the wondrous cross. There hung,――
Victim for sins, which claim'd avenging hell,――
God's own beloved Son in agony:
Then hear the strains in heav'nly arches sung.
Can He, who gave the gift unspeakable,
Deny thee strength, and hope, and light, and joy?

36. ON REV. DR. JOHN CODMAN.

CODMAN, in early paths of life my friend,
When we together walk'd the flow'ry way
Of science, nor from virtue went astray,
Where Charles's stream by Harvard's walls doth wend;
Then woven were the ties, no force can rend――
The ties of Christian love; from day to day
Our constant aim, our constant, firm essay,
God's Truth first known, its dictates to attend.――
Through many a year and many a changing scene
Our early bond unbroken, when at last,
As all thy earthly prospects were o'ercast,
I bid farewell to thee with anguish keen,
Then did'st thou say,――"We meet again above――
This faith I have――where sits ETERNAL LOVE!"

37. NORTHAMPTON GRAVE-YARD.

Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees,
Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim,
That many a sleeper here hath deathless name,
Immortal glory by God's just decrees?
These monumental stones no eye that sees――
Of whitest marble as for purest fame,
Recording deeds of high and holy aim――
But must their forms approve. Each passing breeze
Bears richest odors from these graves, where rest
The fathers and their children; men of prayer,
Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.――
For the great rising day be it our care
To be ourselves companions of the wise;
With them to meet our Savior in the skies.

38. THE LORD'S PRAYER.

Our heav'nly Father, whom we fear and love,
Hallow'd by all thy children be thy name;
Thy kingdom come――an empire without blame;
Let men obey thee, like the blest above.
Give us this day our daily bread; remove
Our guilt, as we forgive a brother's shame;
Let not temptation urge its mighty claim,
Nor web of evil be around us wove;
For thine the kingdom is, and thine the praise;
And thine the pow'r, which no resistance knows:
To thee, O God, be endless glory given.――
Thus will I pray, while heart within me plays,
Or tongue is free my feelings to disclose,
Till I shall join the choral song in heaven.

39. PRAISE TO GOD. Psalm 148.

Praise ye the Lord. Ye Angels, give him praise
And all his hosts throughout the heav'ns on high;
Both sun and moon, and stars that fill the sky,
For his command made all your lights to blaze.
Let all earth's hosts their voices loud upraise;
Ye mountains proud that human feet defy,
And dragons which in ocean-deeps do lie;
Fire, hail, and vapors, tempests that amaze
The seaman in his barque; the drifting snow;
All lofty cedars and each fruitful tree;
The fowl that fly, and beasts that creep below;
All kings and people, old and young, come ye,
And praise God's name, all glorious, good, and great,――
God's name, in majesty o'er all elate!

40. ON MY FATHER, REV. T. ALLEN.

I give thee thanks and praise, Great God above!
That though one half a hundred years be fled
Since my dear earthly father join'd the dead,
He lives within my heart. His faith, his love,
His zeal for right, the thoughts that him did move
The foes of truth t' encounter without dread,――
All foes of Him who on the cross once bled,――
Such things for him a web of honor wove.
My years are more than his: O, could I say,
My virtues are but equal; and that, when
I reach the closing hour of my life's day,
My God would give me his strong faith; for then,
As told he could not live, he made reply――
"I'm going to _live_ forever in the sky!"

41. TIME'S END. Rev. 10.

Cloth'd with a cloud an angel-form I see;
A beaming rainbow decks his glorious brow;
Like dazzling noon-tide sun his features glow;
One blazing foot is planted in the sea,
The other on the earth, like burning tree;
He cried aloud, as lion, roaring slow;
Seven angry thunders mutter'd their echo;
His red right arm he lifted high and free;
Then with an oath, that shook heav'ns mighty arch,
He sware by Him, that made the sea and earth,
And scattered far abroad the worlds of light,――
Whose years proceed in never-ending march,
That Time, which ow'd to his decree its birth,
Should cease fore'er to wing its rapid flight.

42. WRITTEN IN A THUNDER-STORM.

In that loud voice, that shakes the earth and skies,
The ancient pagan heard Jove's angry tone,
Speaking to mortals from the clouds, his throne;
In that keen light, which rapid bursts and flies,
And darts to earth, and dazzles mortal eyes,
The pagan saw Jove's vengeful jav'lin thrown,
To check man's pride, and cast presumption down,
And vindicate the god as strong and wise.
But now, since Franklin drew a spark from cloud,
And prov'd it merely electricity,――
Though, God! thou speak in thunders e'er so loud,
Our empty science makes us deaf to Thee;
And though thy lightnings glare, yet we are proud,
And blind to Thy most glorious majesty!

43. IMPIETY.

The pagan pays his worship to a block,
Or lifts his homage to the glorious sun,
Who, like a giant, in his race doth run;――
Such folly well our thinking sense may shock.
But what if Christian nam'd his God should mock,
Or wrapp'd in web, by atheist's fingers spun,
All nature's brightness seem obscure and dun,
Not deem'd His work, who guides the starry flock?
Is there not here a guilt of deeper dye,
A mind less cheer'd by rays of truth divine,
A heart more cold, enchain'd by Greenland frost?
Ah! can the wretch e'er dwell in purest sky,
Where God's perfections all in glory shine?
Is he not blinded, cheated, wilder'd, lost?

44. ON THE DEATH OF MY DAUGHTER.

Poor man, who name of Father dost not know,
Nor e'er hast felt that bond of sweetest might,
Which binds thee to thy child; on whose glad sight
That fairest image on the earth below,――
In beauty like heav'n's various-tinted bow,――
Her Mother's picture, lovely daughter bright
Ne'er shone;――thou hast not seen joy's earthly height!――
All this I've seen, and lost to my huge woe!
And yet I do not need thy pity, friend;
For though the flow'r of seventeen summers' bloom
Was smitten, still it blossoms without end
In garden, where ne'er falls a blighting doom.
A ransom'd sinner did my Daughter die,
In Christian hope, with glory in her eye!

45. THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR.

This day another year of life is fled,
With ev'ry change; its gloom and beaming light,
Its woes and joys all vanish'd from the sight:
Yet deeds of good and evil are not dead.
If ill, their record we shall see with dread
O'erwhelming to our sight and wild affright,
Unless through Christ our conscience is set right
And his atoning blood our peace hath bred.
If good our deeds, and Christ through faith our friend,
Then gladly may we hail life's final day,――
The heirs of glory we when time shall end.――
In the new year be our's the bliss to say,
Each truly,――"Lord, in thee my hope is strong
Of thee, the Lamb, to sing heav'n's ceaseless song!"

46. TRANSFIGURATION OF CHRIST.

Nature's idolater the mount ascends
To gaze around: Jesus went up to pray;
And as he pray'd, there beam'd a tenfold day,
And brightness, that all earthly light transcends.
What company is this, that Him attends?
Celestial forms appear in pure array,
And speak of suff'rings at a future day,
His certain death, which shame and anguish blends.
But soon the light recedes; there comes a cloud,
Dark and terrific in th' apostles' eyes,
And spreads its curtains round, beneath, above;
And from that gloom a voice is heard most loud――
"This is my Son, who came from upper skies,
My Son beloved, hear ye Him and love!"

47. SLEEPERS IN THE GRAVE-YARD.

In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreen
How many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,
Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,
On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?
Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,
When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound:
Not one of all will then be heedless found
But all will spring to life; a mingled scene
Of grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.
I speak not of the bad; but sure a throng
Of loving friends will meet the judge's sight,
Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song.――
Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise?
Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?

48. SONG OF THE REDEEMED. Rev. 7.

Behold, before the Lamb, before God's throne
In robes of white a countless multitude,
All bearing palms, in glorious order stood,
From ev'ry tribe and tongue by goodness won;
Their voices high are join'd, as if but one;
All cry aloud――Salvation to our God,
And to the glorious Lamb, whose precious blood
For all our deepest sins did once atone!
Then fell the angels prostrate, and they said――
While with enraptur'd hearts they God adore,
And to the Lamb of sacrifice they bend――
"Let honor, glory, blessing, thanks be paid,
All might, and wisdom, majesty, and power
Unto our God for ages without end!"

49. NATURE REPROVED.

For ages worshipp'd by the Minstrel throng,
By rippling brook, in air, and field, and wood,
On mountain top, and ridge of billowy flood,
Nature! thou dost thy Maker mighty wrong.
Hast thou no speech to check the erring song?
Glows not thy beauteous cheek with mantling blood
Thyself to take His praise, "FIRST FAIR, FIRST GOOD?"
Wilt thou this wild delusion still prolong?
Vain Idol! this thy folly thou shalt rue:
A voice is swelling on the mountain breeze,
And echoes loud from yonder azure sky――
"Thy beauty's light shall turn to deadly hue;
On all thy charms the kindling flames shall seize,
And worshipper and god in ashes lie!"

50. REMOVAL OF SEVERE ILLNESS.

Short seem'd the step down to the awful grave,
Where ev'ry vig'rous limb all stiffen'd lies,
And greedy worms in us hold revelries,
While weeds and grasses o'er my bed shall wave.
This world of ours, built up so beauteous, brave,
Must it be faded ever from my eyes?
Shall my dull ear hear no sweet symphonies?
And from this dreaded doom can naught me save?
Naught sav'd me but thy pow'r, O God of love!
I live again: to Thee be all the praise;
And let me live with heart on things above,
As one, in all things whom thy Spirit sways;
So serving Christ, as sure to me 'tis given
To see him in a brighter world――in heaven!

51. GOD MAN'S ALL-SUFFICIENT GOOD.

Although no blossom'd fig tree deck the field,
Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the joyful vine,
To give, when press'd, the spirit-cheering wine,
Nor cultur'd ground the needful food doth yield;
Although the flocks the fold no longer shield,
Nor sheep and goats from rav'nous wolves confine;
Although no grazing herds, as once, are mine,
And all my gold to robbers is reveal'd;
Yet in Jehovah will my soul rejoice,
The God of my salvation; songs shall rise
To him, whose favor is my treasur'd gold.
His bounty forces on my better choice
The ever-gladd'ning fruits of paradise,
And heav'n's unmeasur'd good, and joys untold.

52. THE DEATH OF REV. DR. I. NICHOLS.

In boyhood's prime our four years' course being done
In band of numbers unsurpass'd before,
All said,――as richest gems we counted o'er,――
"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won."
Again, when now brief interval was run,
Our toils renew'd as long a time once more
In Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.――
Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.――
A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;
Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,
When thy keen eyes were clos'd in deepest night:
Yet 'twas thy birth to life without an end!
Thy trust be mine――is now my sick-bed pray'r――
In God's own Son, who came our sins to bear.

53. THE VOICE OF NATURE TO POETS.

Your homage has been paid me much too long,
Withheld from him, who made me fair and good,
His image to reflect from earth and flood,
And wake for him the Bard's sublimest song.――
No eagle, mounting on his pinions strong,
Nor sweetly-warbling Nightingale in wood,
No humble flow'r with tint of sky or blood,
Nor scaly fish, nor murm'ring insect throng;
No shaggy beast beneath the forest wide,
No crystal gleaming in its rocky bed,
Nor glossy shell beneath the em'rald sea;
No rippling brook, nor stream of swollen pride,
No golden cloud, nor star in silence led,
FATHER OF ALL! but speaks aloud of Thee!

54. THE CROSS AND CROWN.

Bright symbols, which a daughter's hand hath wove,
What more significant before mine eyes
Or showing forth sublimer mysteries,――
The color'd Cross the suff'ring Savior's love,
The Crown of green his Father's gift above?――
Why bear these autumn leaves such crimson dyes,
Save to express his death, his agonies,
Whose hand outspread each decorated grove?
If all be, then, the purchase of his blood,――
All who repent, and love, believe, obey,
Who, now redeem'd, walk in the upward way,
Cheer'd with the hope of heav'n's eternal good,――
Let me not boast of all within my thought,
Save in Christ's CROSS, by which my CROWN was bought.

55. DYING I AM BLEST.

Great kings must leave their thrones and rule unjust,
Philosophers forget their idle schemes,
Beauty her form, and poets too their dreams,
And rich men mingle with the worthless dust.
Alas, what is the earth to poor man's trust?
How fleeting all earth's joys, like rushing streams!
Yet 'tis not dark to me: I see bright gleams,
Which from my God on high on me outburst,――
Visions of good eternal in the skies:――
My sins effac'd by blood,――redeeming love,――
God's Son, once on the cross, enthroned above,――
My long-lost ones again before my eyes,
With all the good.――I cry, "Death brings me rest;
Through thee, O Jesus, DYING I AM BLEST!"

56. COMPACT ON BOARD THE MAYFLOWER.

The wondrous "Mayflow'r," floating on the sea,
Wafting the noble Pilgrims to the west,
As yet had found no circling shore for rest,
Though land was near; 'tis now her Company
To guard against disorders, which might be,
And firm foundation lay for empire blest,
Their "Solemn Compact" made, that none might wrest,
Each pledg'd the Rule to follow cheerfully.
Freedom and Law are bound in union sweet;
For all have equal pow'r till common vote
Authority confer, to which all bow,
Its exercise restrain'd, as is most meet,
To Public Good. No acts of their's denote
A thought their Chief could private int'rest know.

57. TO JESUS CHRIST, GOD'S SON.

O, blessed, first-born Son of God most high,
By whom the sun and all the worlds of light
Were summon'd from the gloom of deepest night,
While this low earth was shap'd before thine eye,――
Didst Thou earth's ills in human form defy,
Leaving thy glorious, heav'nly mansion bright,
To save lost man, and vindicate God's right,
And on the cross, nail'd hands and feet, didst die?――
O, wondrous truth, beyond all truths we know!
With love our trembling lips pronounce thy name;
With speechless gratitude our hearts o'erflow!
But Thou didst rise from thy sad doom of shame,
And, while angelic hosts hail Thee and greet,
At God's right hand didst find thine ancient seat.

58. TO DR. THOMSON, MISSIONARY.

Old WARRIOR, two decades of years and more
Have sped, since thou didst arm thee for the fight,
Since thou didst wield thy sword with hero's might,
Warring just where apostles fought of yore.
'Twas Charity, which o'er two oceans bore
Thee and thy fellows from this land of light
To seek God's ancient mount in error's night
And Zion's long-lost glory to restore.
Thy warfare is to last while thou hast breath;
Sure is the vict'ry which to Christ is given;
Earth shall yet bear the sun-light stamp of heaven.
And when at last thine eye shall close in death,
Thy life, we know, through Christ's atoning blood,
Shall be where God outbeams light's endless flood.

59. HAPPY OLD AGE.

'Tis good our destin'd course in life to run,
New forms of beauty bursting on the sight,
The clouds soon gone, that bring a feeble night,
Still holding on our way, like glorious sun.
What noble prize has sluggishness e'er won?
'Tis toil of day, that brings sweet rest at night,
And mingled joys make e'en our sorrows light:
The bliss we taste is bliss but just begun.
From height of age we gaze on years gone by;
The fruits of many a deed of good appear,
From which new plants are waving to the eye.
Forward we look; no terrors we descry,
But all is light, and peace, and pleasures dear:
One step will gain the glories of the sky!

60. PILGRIMS ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.

The "Mayflow'r"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;
And now the crowded boat with busy oar
Glides onward to the solitary shore,
Where, just emerging from the wave, there lay
A Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.
On this the Pilgrims land, to float no more
On angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;――
But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.――
This scene may well the future good unfold,
Which o'er th' Atlantic wave their feet had sought――
THE LIBERTY OF CONSCIENCE, prize untold,
Each shackle broke which bigotry had wrought――
Symbol, which sure our eyes do not bemock,
Of FREEDOM'S Empire, founded on a Rock!

61. NO SORROW IN DEATH.

As now, methinks, my fated hour draws nigh,
With all its scenes before my vision clear,
Why must I take my flight without a tear
To dim the lustre of my heav'n-lift eye?
Why leave I sweetest joys without a sigh,
As though to my blest soul not rich and dear?
Is all my love to lov'd ones insincere,
That I am calm while other spirits cry?
Oh no! I love them; but love others more――
Our common SAVIOR, victim on the tree――
Their Mother and their Sister gone before
To heav'n, there ready now to welcome me.
Harvests of glorious Good about to reap,――
Dying to enter LIFE,――how can I weep?

62. ON JOHN ROBINSON.

I see thee, outcast from thy native shore,
Exile from England lov'd, to toil and die;
And ne'er didst thou behold our western sky;――
Yet in both lands what name is honor'd more
Than thine, O ROBINSON? We hence adore
That Providence, which thus uplifts on high
The worthy from their deep humility,
And makes them stars to shine forevermore.
The Truth thou didst discern and didst maintain――
Freedom to worship God――with courage bold,
Unaw'd by foes in pow'r and pride arrayed.
This claim the world will ne'er forget again,
Nor thee forget, its champion of old,
But breathe thy noble spirit undismayed.

63. SUDDEN SICKNESS. 1845.

As city, near volcanic mountain's brow,
When heav'd by earthquake in its strongest wall,
Trembles, and seems just tott'ring to its fall;
Such seem'd my frame of clay beneath the blow.
'Twas Wisdom's way to make the suff'rer know
The lesson oft forgot, needful for all,
That fleeting life soon flies beyond recall,――
That heav'nly bliss is nigh or endless woe.
One day death's gloom seem'd settling on my head;
The next I joyful felt God's arm of might,
And rose as one recover'd from the dead.
To whom then now belongs my life of right?
Thee, Lord, I praise, whose mercies overflow;
Thee will I serve with angel's zeal below!

64. ON TRUTH.

Of intellectual worlds Truth is the sun,
Outpouring on the mind heav'n's purest light,
Before which quickly fly all shades of night.
And as his daily course the Truth doth run,
He sheds a vivifying heat. This done,
Each plant of virtue grows up in our sight;
But ev'ry vile imposture feels a blight.――
With thee has truth, God's truth, the vict'ry won?
Alas! by ev'ry cheat and wicked lie
Man is misled, deluded to his woe;
And o'er him Satan holds dominion high,
Reigning o'er all the wretched race below,
Till God doth interpose in wondrous love,
On man his Spirit pouring from above.

65. TWO VIEWS OF DEATH.

O death, how dreadful is thy certain doom,
The beautiful all hidden from my eye
In the dark pit, where their stiff bodies lie!
And must I join them in the loathsome tomb?
Yet sure the spring-flow'r does not fail to bloom,
When wintry frosts give way to genial sky.
For body's happy change we need not sigh;
Nor for the spirit's flight from all earth's gloom.
Then, Death, thy presence brings me no affright,
But wakes my loud, exulting voice through grace,
A shout of glorious victor in the fight,
Or of the winner in the struggling race.
Death is quick transfer of the soul to heaven,
A boon to all Christ's friends in mercy given.

66. GOD'S MARVELLOUS WORKS. Ps. 104.

'Tis God, who made and heav'n and earth sustains:
We render homage due.――When floods arose,
The Lord did quell them to a quick repose.――
He made all springs for mountains and for plains.
T' enrich the earth he gives his plenteous rains;
The herb for man and grass for cattle grows.――
The moon for seasons made, the sun too knows
His going down, when thickest darkness reigns;
Then forest beasts creep forth, who shun the light.
To God young lions for their meat do cry;
The sun ariseth,――down in their dens they lie:
But man unto his work goes out till night.――
Thy works, O Lord, how manifold and great!
In searchless wisdom didst thou all create!

67. THE LAST WORDS OF A MINISTER.

CHRIST and redeeming mercy,――these alone
His themes, as soon his life would cease to move;
Then hear as if his voice still with you strove:――
"My Friends! whom I would meet before Christ's throne,
And welcome where all ransom'd souls are one,
The Son of God from his high throne above
Came down to this low world in boundless love
By anguish of the cross our guilt t' atone,
Immortal life by rising bring to light,
For the deprav'd God's Spirit to procure,
For weakest Christian all his promis'd might,
And thus the failing hope to re-assure:――
Compar'd with Christ count all things then but loss,
Nor glory save in Christ and in his cross!"

68. PLYMOUTH MONUMENT LAID 1859.

This upbuilt monument, though broad and high
As tow'ring pyramid on Egypt's plain,
Our Pilgrim-Fathers' rarest worth in vain
Attempts to show forth to the kindled eye.
They said――"We'll seek a land of Liberty;
No child of ours shall wear a galling chain!"――
Such purpose bore them o'er the stormy main:
Here was their home, and here their bodies lie.
We'll build their noble virtues in our hearts,――
The love of Truth, the love of Good and Right,
The Faith which sees beyond our earthly sight,
The Zeal which love to God and man imparts:――
SUCH MONUMENT we will not fail to raise,
When rock-built piles shall fall to bear their praise!

69. EFFECT OF DEATH ON MAN.