The Latest And Later Poems of Anna Morrison Reed

he realms of everlasting life, where " the wicked cease from troubling," and the " weary be at rest'; there where " the small and the great " are gathered. The reading was almost faultless, and the impression made wasone of deep solemnity. The sentiments are those of a truly Christian heart, and the pathos therein contained awakened the tenderest emotions. fOLL all the bells! a great soul's passed away From clouds and shadows to the perfect day; The wasted garment that is left behind Must be to ashes and to dust consigned. The tears of suffering death has wiped away, But who shall dry the eyes of those who stay? The aged mother and the faithful wife ? The children wailing for that ended life? The nation calling for the leader slain, Who long weeks languished on his bed of pain? Toll all the bells, beat low the muffled drum; In long procession mourning millions come To honor him who, in a land of laws, By lawless hand has died, without a cause. Beside the ocean, that, with -measured surge, Chanted his first and grandest funeral dirge? Sublimest minstrel at the feet of God; It still sang on, while fell the mystic rod And moaned a requiem for the parting soul Soaring beyond this little world's control. No human voice may sing of him so well, Nor all the grandeur of his history tell; But to his memory, out of many lands, Will struggling genius lift aspiring hands To him who fortune's darkest frowns withstood And kept his every aim still great and good? Wh...