32 THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD. Awake! lift up thy joyful eyes,- Thou who hast done with tears! Awake! ascend. Thou art not now THE FAREWELL TO THE DEAD. COME near. MRS. HEMANS. Ere yet the dust Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow, Come near. Once more let kindred lips be pressed On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest. Look yet on this young face. What shall the beauty, from amongst us gone, Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impressed. Ye weep and it is well; For tears befit earth's partings. Yesterday, Where'er he moved, the welcomed and the blessed. and bear the silent unto rest. Now gaze Look yet on him whose eye Meets yours no more in sadness or in mirth. But not where death has power may love be blessed. 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? Look on him. Is he laid To slumber from the harvest or the chase? Too still and sad the smile upon his face ; Death holds not long unchanged his fairest guest. His voice of mirth hath ceased Amidst the vineyards. There is left no place 34 AGAINST REPINING AT DEATH. Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast. Come near; weep o'er him; bear him to his rest. Yet mourn ye not as they Whose spirit's light is quenched. For him the past All is not here of our beloved and blessed AGAINST REPINING AT DEATH. WILLIAM DRUMMOND. ETERNAL things are raised far above the sphere of generation and corruption, where the first matter, like an ever-flowing and ebbing sea, with divers waves, but the same water, keepeth a restless and nevertiring current. What is below, in the universality of the kind, not in itself doth abide. Man a long line of years hath continued; this man, every hundred, is swept away. This earth is as a table book, and men are the notes the first are washen out, that new may be written in. They who forewent us did leave a room for us; and should we grieve to do the same to those who should come after us? Who, being suffered to see the exquisite rarities of an antiquary's cabinet, is grieved that the curtain be drawn, and to give place to new pilgrims? And when the Lord of this universe hath showed us the amazing wonders of his various frame, should we take it to heart when he thinketh time to dislodge? This is his unalterable and inevitable decree as we had no part of our will in our entrance into this life, we should not presume to any in our leaving it, but soberly learn to will that which He wills, whose very will giveth being to all that it wills; and, reverencing the Orderer, not repine at the order and laws which, all-where and always, are so perfectly established, that who would essay to correct and amend any of them, he should either make them worse or desire things beyond the level of possibility. MOURN NOT THE DEAD. ELIZA COOK. MOURN not the dead-shed not a tear But weep for those whose living woes Grieve not to see the eyelids close In rest that has no fevered start; 36 MOURN NOT THE DEAD. But keep thy pity for the eyes That pray for night, yet fear to sleep, Than those o'er which they waking weep. Mourn not the dead-'tis they alone Crime, pride, and passion hold no more And hatred dwells not in the grave. The world may pour its venomed blame, And sigh to meet a "dull, cold ear." But vain the scorn that would offend, The coldest foe, the warmest friend, The only watchword that can tell And traced upon the sable pall. "The heart knows that it may sorrow; that no prohibition has been uttered to stifle the voice of woe. Rachel was not chid when she wept |