I know the time shall come A voice shall ring upon the slumbering ear; And feel strange life agen, And these decaying fibers leap to hear. Its tones with anthems from the upper I know these hands shall wrestle with the skies. W. G. CLARK. Death seemed all-conquering when he bound The might of Death was nowhere found ANONYMOUS. turf That time shall heap upon them all in vain; Or struggle upward from the stormy surf, So I be buried in the mighty main. Yes, 'tis not long ere I shall shake the clay That years have matted on my mouldered brow, And tear the cerements of the grave away With these same muscles that are lusty now. A. C. COXE. Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, As if thy waves since time was born, Which, though it change in ceaseless flow, Retains each grief, retains each crime, Its earliest course was doomed to know; And darker as it downward bears, Is stained with past and present years. W. SCOTT. - RIVERS. River! river! headlong river! MRS. SOUTHEY. O! I have thought, and thinking sighed, MOORE. River! in this still hour thou hast BRYANT. And I shall sleep, and on thy side BRYANT. Oft in sadness and in illness, I have watched thy current glide, Till the beauty of its stillness overflowed me like a tide. And in better hours and brighter, when I saw thy waters gleam, I have felt my heart beat lighter, and leap onward with thy stream. Thou hast taught me, silent river! many a lesson, deep and long; Thou hast been a generous giver; I can give thee but a song. LONGFELLOW. |