Show IN m Favorite Poem Oh cm wh why should the spirit of or mortar be ba proud Like a meteor a I cloud cloudA a aA A flash of lightning a n break of the th waVe Man Ian th from rom life Ilie I fe to his rest res m In the th grave The leaves lea eA of or the oak and the willow shall fade Be scattered around and together be laid And the young and the old and the tow low and the high h h Shall moulder to dust and together shall lie lieThe lieThe lieThe The infant a mother mother attended and loved The mother that infants affection who proved The husband C that mother and Infant Infant who blessed Each all are away to their dwellings of pr rest The maid on whose cheek on whose brow browIn In whose eye 60 Stone Shone beauty and pleasure her triumphs are by b bAnd And the of those who loved loed her herand herand herand and praised Are alike from the minds of or the living erased The hand of f the king that the scepter hath bath borne The brow of the priest that the miter hath worn The eye e e of ot the sage s e and the heart eart of the brave Are hidden and lost In the depths of the grave The peasant whose lot is to sow and to reap The herdsman who climbed with his goats up the steep The beggar who wandered in search of or his bread Have faded fade away like the grass that we tread Tho The saint who enjoyed enJo ed the communion of heaven The sinner who dared to remain given elven The wise and the foolish the guilty and just Have HaYe quietly mingled their bones In Ia the dust dusL So the multitude goes like tho the flower or the weed We d That withers away awa to let others succeed So the t multitude J do comes c oven those we behold h To repeat every tale that has often eften been told For we are the same that our fathers have been we Ve see se the Size same sights that our fathers hays have seen We Ve drink the same stream and view the same sani sun And run the same course that our fathers haye have runt run The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think From the death deeth we are shrinking our fathers would shrink To the life Ufe we are clinging they also would cling But It speeds for us all like a bird on the tha wing They loved Joed but the story we cannot un fold They scorned but the heart of the haughty Is ls cold They The grieved but no wall from their slumbers will come They Joyed but the tongue of their gladness gl J ss Is dumb They died ay ly they died and we things that are now Who walk on the turf that lies Ues over oer their brow Who make in their dwelling a transient abode Meet the things that they met on their road Year Yea hope and despondency pleasure and pain We Wo mingle together In sunshine and rain And the smiles and the tears the song and the dirge Still follow each other like surge upon 4 surge sur e the wink of an eye e c the draught of a breath From the blossom of or health to the pale paleness paleness ness fleas of death From the gilded glided saloon to the bier and anCi the shroud Oh why should hould the spirit of mortal be proud Henry Knox |