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On the Loss of Professor Fisher.—Brainard.
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On the Loss of Professor Fisher.—Brainard.
The breath of air, that stirs the harp's soft string,Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm;
The drops of dew, exhaled from flowers of spring,
Rise, and assume the tempest's threatening form;
The first mild beam of morning's glorious sun,
Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash;
And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on,
Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash
That wave and wind can muster, when the might
Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.
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And radiant learning beckoned thee away.
The breeze was music to thee, and the clear
Beam of thy morning promised a bright day.
And they have wrecked thee!—But there is a shore
Where storms are hushed, where tempests never rage;
Where angry skies and blackening seas no more
With gusty strength their roaring warfare wage.
By thee its peaceful margent shall be trod—
Thy home is heaven, and thy Friend is God.
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