Show via tia Soll Soli tarla an poem liy henry IV longfellow how H hie the IA dependent alone I walk tho tile peopled city where happy with ilia his own oil I frie frienda lids I nek ask not for your pity I walk alone no more for me yon lako lake rejoices though moved by loving aira airs of june ohl oh I birds your sweet and piping voices aro are out of tune in vain for mo me iho ilie elm tree archea its plumes in many a feathery spray in vain the evening s starry ma marches relies and sunlit day in vain your beauty summer flowers yo cannot greet these cordial eyes they gaze on other fields than ours on oil other skies sides the gold is rifled from tho the blade ia is stolen from tho the sheath life lias but one more boon to offer and that Is death yet well I know the voice of duty and elife and health must crave though abe she who garo the world its beauty Is in her grave I livoi lost one I for tho the living who drew their earliest life from thee and wait until with glad thanksgiving I shall bo be free for or life to mo me is as a station wherein apart a traveler stands one absent long iong from homo home and nation in other lands and I as ho lie who stands and listens ami amid d the tile twilights chill and gloom to hear approaching preaching in tho the distance T the arl train for home for death shall bring another mating beyond tho tile shadows of tho tile tomb on yonder shore a bride is waiting until I come in yonder field are children playing and there ohl vision of ds delight lalin t ii I see the child and mother straying in robea robes of white thou then tho the longing heart that break brea kest cst st stealing ealing the treasures one by one 11 ill 11 call theo thee blessed when thou madest the parted one SEPTEMBER 18 1863 now that our best and sweetest poet has lias left us rending by his departure the vail of that sanctuary liis his inmost life and feelen feeling it may not bo be unlawful to publish what would have been sacrilege before the above touching poem not writt en for the public eye eve but simply to give utterance to lii liis bicart crushing sorrow after the death of his 1801 it was sent to me by a friend in Boston somo some years ago after my own great has therefore a double sacredness to all who have passed through a similar sorrow it will bo be read by many with tearful eyes when they remember dowlong howlong how long and patiently with what bravo and uncomplaining heart ho lie has waited at tho the station till now at last the parted aronade aro made one OLIVET COLLEGE alach II 11 M GOODWIN |