EXLIBRIS UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA JOHN HENRY NASH LIBRARY <$> SAN FRANCISCO PRESENTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA ROBERT GORDON SPROUL, PRESIDENT. MR.ANDMRS.MILTON S.RAV CECILY, VIRGINIA AND ROSALYN RAY RAY OIL BURNER COMPANY THAN A TO PS IS. G. P. PUTNAM S SONS! NEW YORK, THE ILLUSTRATIONS - INDEBTEDNESS acknowledged to David Scott and William Blake and (almost unknown as an artist) Isaac Taylor, the author of The Natural History of Enthusiasm, The Physical Theory of Another Life, etc. Designed and engraved by \V. J. LlNTON. THANATOPSIS. HT^O 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 Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Under the open sky. Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart ; Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around Earth and her waters, and the depths of air- Comes a still voice Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, In the cold ground. Where thy pale form is laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim Thy growth to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Resolved to earth again. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world with kings, The powerful of the earth the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribb'd, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks (Unto dust shalt thou return. Gen. 3: 19.) That make the meadows green ; and, pour'd round Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste, [all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings yet the dead are there ; Old ocean's grey and melancholy -waste. Sgglg^J" '''i^ * . I* 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 The dead reign there. Exodus 12 : 30. His favorite phantom : yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the grey-headed man, Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side, By those who, in their turn, shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, The Shadow of Death. Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who draws the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. L5