[Poems by Sargent in] Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American poetry | ||
WEBSTER.
Night of the Tomb! He has entered thy portal;
Silence of Death! He is wrapped in thy shade;
All of the gifted and great that was mortal,
In the earth where the ocean-mist weepeth, is laid.
Silence of Death! He is wrapped in thy shade;
All of the gifted and great that was mortal,
In the earth where the ocean-mist weepeth, is laid.
Lips, whence the voice that held Senates proceeded,
Form, lending argument aspect august,
Brow, like the arch that a nation's weight needed,
Eyes, wells unfathomed of thought,—all are dust.
Form, lending argument aspect august,
Brow, like the arch that a nation's weight needed,
Eyes, wells unfathomed of thought,—all are dust.
Night of the Tomb! Through thy darkness is shining
A light since the Star in the East never dim;
No joy's exultation, no sorrow's repining
Could hide it in life or life's ending from him.
A light since the Star in the East never dim;
No joy's exultation, no sorrow's repining
Could hide it in life or life's ending from him.
Silence of death! There were voices from heaven,
That pierced to the quick ear of Faith through the gloom:
The rod and the staff that he asked for were given,
And he followed the Saviour's own track to the tomb.
That pierced to the quick ear of Faith through the gloom:
The rod and the staff that he asked for were given,
And he followed the Saviour's own track to the tomb.
Beyond it, above, in an atmosphere finer,
Lo, infinite ranges of being to fill!
In that land of the spirit, that region diviner,
He liveth, he loveth, he laboreth still.
Lo, infinite ranges of being to fill!
In that land of the spirit, that region diviner,
He liveth, he loveth, he laboreth still.
Marshfield, Mass., Oct. 24th, 1852.
[Poems by Sargent in] Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American poetry | ||