Whence cometh it, or whither it is bound: And no man hath ascended into heaven, But he who thence came down, and bore the wound, And perished, that the World might be forgiven, Like brothers on one mournful embassy, -Now from the Rood, with melancholy dread, With filial care, solicitude, and yea, Then wept the Virgin at the woful rite, She looked up in his holy aspect, lo, As men in shipwreck unto heaven uplook, And spread abroad her hands, and watched him so; The while the Magdalen, without rebuke, His master on his bosom, with complete Such her excess of sorrow, and its force, Oh, mother-maid! who may thy loss express? How beautiful in death is he! how calm That cold chaste countenance, that seems to smile Even yet! that frame that flourished like the palm, In stature and in stateliness, a pile Of exquisite proportion, symmetry, And grace, how lovely! Those bland lips, whence guile Was alien, yet are parted lovelily, As eloquence still lingered mutely there; And still that forehead is of dignity! The brave are beautiful in death, .. and here Bright—everlasting-be thy fame; though brief -There was a garden on that hill of death, There, shrouded and embalmed in tender gloom, Sadly and slowly, from their fatal stand, All silent-save the toning of a tear, The silver cadence of a veiled sigh. X. CELINA.* HALCYON and hallowed be the haunt, oh Son * "The invention of Epitaphs proceeded from the presage or forefeeling of Immortality, implanted in all men naturally, and is referred to the scholars of Linus, the Theban poet, who flourished about the year of the world two thousand seven hundred; who first bewailed this Linus, their master, when he was slain, in doleful verses, then called of him Elina, afterwards Epitaphia, for that they were first sung at burials, afterwards engraved upon the sepulchres." Weever's Discourse of Funeral Monuments. -Above the grotto in the garden, chaunt, A perfect man, he walked in thy pure way, -And who art thou who pinest in the blight Art thou more pious or more just than he? More beautiful and brave? more fair and free? Holier of soul, and purer of desire? Ampler in fancy, reason more complete, To touch the human chords of the heart's lyre? -If thou art good and great, most good and great Was he who lieth here within the rock, A perfect man ;—and art thou perfect yet? Hence! with thy monstrous vanity.. nor shock Homeless and fatherless, and ill-bested; He had no comeliness to charm men's souls, Scorned and rejected;..in affliction's fire, He opened not his mouth when most opprest, -What is thy petty sorrow or thy shame ? What is thy woe to his?--did he complain? -Wouldst thou have length of days, that thou mayst be Wiser and better? Older far are some In mind than most in years :-Go, wed to thee Wisdom and goodness in thy youth and bloom, -In his sweet prime and vigour, on the road HE DID HIS WORK, he never lost a day; |