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'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell,
I've borne him in these arms, that now
Are nerveless and unstrung;
The noble boy!—how proudly sprung
The falcon from his hand!
Say not 'tis vain !—I tell thee, some
Are warned by a meteor's light,
Mrs Hemans. THE DEATH OF ELLA.
On Ella's cheek the rose was seen,
But soon the storm began to lower,
Anon. THE LAST MAN.
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume
Adown the gulf of time!
As Adam saw her prime!
The sun's eye had a sickly glare,
The earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were
Around that lonely man! Some had expired in fight,—the brands Still rusted in their bony hands;
In plague and famine some! Earth's cities bad no sound nor tread; And ships were drifting with the dead
To shores where all was dumb!
Yet, prophet like, that lone one stood,
With dauntless words and high, That shook the sere leaves from the wood
As if a storm passed by,
'Tis mercy bids thee go;
That shall no longer flow.
What though beneath thee man put forth
His pomp, his pride, his skill;
The vassals of his will;—
For all those trophied arts
Entailed on human hearts.
Go, let oblivion's curtain fall
Upon the stage of men,
Life's tragedy again.
Its piteous pageants bring not back,
Of pain anew to writhe;
tike grass beneath the scythe.
Even I am weary in yon skies
To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless agonies,
Behold not me expire. My lips that speak thy dirge of death— Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath
To see thou shalt not boast.
The eclipse of nature spreads my pall,
The majesty of darkness shall
Receive my parting ghost.
The spirit shall return to him
That gave its heavenly spark;
When thou thyself art dark!
By him recalled to breath,