ODE AND DIRGE. WRITTEN FOR THE CONSECRATION OF SPRING-GROVE CEMETERY NEAR CINCINNATI. WHEN from the Garden of the Lord, "In sweat and toil thou still shalt mourn, Long ages since have passed away, To all his race (exempt no part,) The sentence stern doth still remain ;"From dust first made-of dust thou art, And to it shalt thou turn again!" ODE AND DIRG E. And thus, to toil and suffering born, So longs he still, in Eden glades To moulder back to native earth! To use thus holy, dedicate, We set apart this hallowed space- A quiet "CITY OF THE DEAD!" Not with the bustling noise and din, To-day are we assembled in This sacred place, to feeling dear: For is it not a hallowed spot This place, where we shall ask to lie With those we love?-Oh! is it not The holiest spot beneath the sky! 181 Here, where swells yon blue sky above, And spreads this rich green sward beneath, We set apart, for those we love, A fit abode in gentle death; That not, as with the saddened gloom Of cloistered cell and time-worn towers, We'd link the memories of the tombBut with the sunshine and the flowers! Here gentle beauty shall they bring, Here, too-when manhood's breast shall yearn His footsteps hither shall he turn, To seek a last, sweet, calm repose! Here shall the warrior calmly rest, When mighty Death hath captive bound him, Whose step the earth once proudly press'd, With all his marshall'd hosts around him: And here the poet, whose high lays Of noble deeds have sung the story, Why should the memories of the dead Be ever those of gloom and sadness?- And in this scene of light and beauty, And here, at many a dewy morn, And o'er each loved form softly glide— And from each leafy tree-top hear The voices of "THE LOVED AND LOST!” "EARTH to earth, and dust to dust!"- Of the earth created, must Back return again to earth! Rich or poor, or high or low,- ALL must share the common lot! “Earth to earth, and dust to dust!” Earth when those we love shall leave, For their ashes-sacred trust! Thus we consecrate the grave: O'er their forms we place the sodRear the sad sepulchral urn; While their spirits, to the God That bestowed them first, return! "Earth to earth, and dust to dust!" As the solemn preacher saith, O'er the relics of the just Lift we then the eye of Faith: From this narrow house below, To the mansions of the skies, Every form beloved, we know, Shall to glorious life arise! |