none; for none was worth my strife. 1 and, next to Nature, Art; h hands before the fire of life; I am ready to depart. Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] DEATH ands above me, whispering low not what into my ear; ange language all I know re is not a word of fear. Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864] LIFE ow not what thou art, that thou and I must part; or how, or where we met, e's a secret yet. know, when thou art fled, hey lay these limbs, this head, valueless shall be then remains of me. O whither, whither dost thou fly? Ah, tell where I must seek this compound I? From whence thy essence came Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed Wait, like some spell-bound knight, Life! we have been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime Anna Letitia Barbauld [1743-1825] DYING HYMN EARTH, with its dark and dreadful ills, My soul is full of whispered song, My blindness is my sight; Are all alive with light. The while my pulses faintly beat, I know it is over, over, I know it is over at last! Down sail! the sheathed anchor uncover, For the stress of the voyage has passed: Hath outbreathed its ultimate blast: The heavenly harbor at last! Paul Hamilton Hayne [1830-1886] THE LAST INVOCATION Ar the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful, fortressed house, From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors, Let me be wafted. Let me glide noiselessly forth; With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper Set ope the doors, O soul! Tenderly-be not impatient! (Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh! Strong is your hold, O love!) Walt Whitman [1819-1892] "DAREST THOU NOW, O SOUL" DAREST thou now, O soul, Walk out with me toward the unknown region, Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow? No map there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. oul! prepared for them, O joy! O fruit of all!), them to fulfill, Walt Whitman [1819-1892] WAITING my hands and wait, wind, nor tide, nor sea; › 'gainst time or fate, own shall come to me. te, I make delays, ails this eager pace? he eternal ways, ; mine shall know my face. , by night or day, I seek are seeking me; drive my bark astray, the tide of destiny. if I stand alone? joy the coming years; ll reap where it hath sown, up its fruit of tears. now their own and draw that springs in yonder heights; good with equal law oul of pure delights. |