Another came-nor yet beside the rill,

Nor

up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:

29." The next, with dirges due, in sad array,

Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne :—
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay
Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd thorn."

THE EPITAPH.

30. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth

A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy marked him for her own.

31. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere-
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;

He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear,

He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.

32. No further seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode

(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.

CIX. A PSALM OF LIFE.

1. Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

2. Life is real! Life is earnest !

And the grave is not its goal;

"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

3. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

4. Art is long and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

5. In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of life,

Be not like dumb driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

6. Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act—act in the living present!

Heart within, and God o'erhead!

7. Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time—

8. Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

9. Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

CX. HOHENLINDEN.

1. On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow;
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

2. But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat, at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.

3. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed
To join the dreadful revelry.

4. Then shook the hills with thunder riven;
Then rushed the steed to battle driven;
And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.

5. But redder yet those fires shall glow
On Linden's hills of crimsoned snow,
And bloodier yet shall be the flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

6. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
Where furious Frank and fiery Hun
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.

7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!

8. Few, few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.

CXI. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY.

1. By the flow of the inland river,

Whence the fleets of iron have fled,

Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,

Asleep are the ranks of the dead

Under the sod and the dew,

Waiting the judgment day :
Under the one, the Blue;
Under the other, the Gray.

2. These, in the robings of glory;
Those, in the gloom of defeat;
All, with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet;—