|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Edward Everett. (17941865) (continued)|
|to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of Washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot.|
| Oration on the Character of Washington.|
|William Cullen Bryant. (17941878)|
| Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,|
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
A limit to the giants unchained strength,
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?
| The Ages. xxxiii.|
| To him who in the love of Nature holds|
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
| Go forth under the open sky, and list|
To Natures teachings.
| The hills,|
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
| Old oceans gray and melancholy waste.|
| All that tread|
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
| So live, that when thy summons comes to join|
The innumerable caravan which moves 1
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
The edition of 1821 read,
The innumerable caravan that moves
To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take. [back]