While strong trees drenched by rain and spray. Like standards in the battle fray, Waved proudly to and fro; Whose miles of sea-encircling arm Whose strong embraces grasped each ray The mountains, smitten by His power, The sea, whose many-coloured robe Up-drawn in sheets of endless cloud Forms a gigantic sky-spread shroud From myriad voices in one tongue, From myriad harps in concord strung, Of Heaven's never-ending skies, Those wondrous harmonies arise, Creation's funeral march. Those phantom forms which, side by side, In cruel partnership allied, To whom were given such powers, Whose sweeping scythe or crushing hand Destroyed in every age and land Earth's sweetest, strongest flowers, Grim Time and Death shrink back and fade From risen mankind, now arrayed In robes of Paradise; Sad earth, their loved home, disappears, And in the grave of buried spheres They fall, no more to rise. Another King usurps their place; Blooming and bright his youthful face Massive, yet gently sweet; No hour-glass rests upon his palm, Beneath his strong life-giving sway, Beauty and strength new vigour gain, No vision this, though some may deem Watch, watch, as soldiers in the field Watch always, grasping sword and shield, And wait that awful morn. CONCLUDING STANZAS. Y strains are sung; content I rest M Stirrings of good inspire, And if God make the feeble strong, If fancy's touch, or feeling's sway If one lone spirit has been cheered, If smiles have robbed one cheek of tears, This load of many painful years Has not been borne for nought. If aught within this page redound It is because some higher power Has deigned to lend me in the hour The worthy word to say. Vouchsafe to grant the earnest prayer, May through its residue of days Are silenced in the tomb. May the last words that from me flow Be radiant as the sunset glow, That fading sinks to rest; May those inspiring hopes attend That gather round a good man's end, And make his parting blest. |