And thick young herbs and groups of Hold all that enter thy unbreathing flowers reign. Far in thy realm withdrawn Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom, And glorious ages gone Lie deep within the shadow of thy womb. Childhood, with all its mirth, Youth, Manhood, Age, that draws us to the ground, And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. Thou hast my better years, Thou hast my earlier friends-the good-the kind, Yielded to thee with tearsThe venerable form the exalted mind. Full many a mighty name All shall come back, each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again; Alone shall evil die, And sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign. And then shall I behold Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung, And her, who, still and cold, Fills the next grave-the beautiful and young. THANATOPSIS. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Lurks in thy depths, unuttered, un- Their sharpness ere he is aware. revered; With thee are silent fame, Forgotten arts, and wisdom disappeared. Thine for a space are theyYet shalt thou yield thy treasures up at last; Thy gates shall yet give way, Thy bolts shall fall, inexorable Past! All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime. They have not perished-no! Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet, Smiles, radiant long ago, And features, the great soul's apparent seat. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a Save his own dashings-yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep; the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone; the solemn brood of care | Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee. As Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The innumerable caravan, which To that mysterious realm, where each Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread moves shall take Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, About him, and lies down to pleas- | And where the o'ershadowing branch ant dreams. All that have borne the touch of death, All that shall live, lie mingled there, Beneath that veil of bloom and breath, THOυ blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That living zone 'twixt earth and That openest when the quiet light air. Succeeds the keen and frosty night. There lies my chamber dark and The atoms trampled by my feet, sweet. Thou comest not when violets lean Or columbines, in purple dressed, nest, |