That inspiration which defies the worm!
A fadeless amaranth that blooms for aye
In wreath immortal round the martyr's brow!
Dust unto dust.!
But still like sunlight through the rifted cloud%
Above the grave a golden halo gleams,
Which lights us onward like a beacon star
To higher, holier, purer thoughts of life!
Ashes to ashes!
But still, like fountain from.the smitten rock,
Or crystal waters from a hidden spring,
There comes a current from the dews of death
Which gently laves the fevered brow Of care,
Which stills the throbbing of the pulse of strife
And turns the thought, in restful sense of peace
To contemplation of the Great Unknown,
The sum of wisdom__and the Source of All!
APOTHEOSIS HISTORIAE.__THE UNSEEN REALMS.
A CHRISTMAS POEM.
"THERE's a magical realm where the sun goes down,
Behind the blue sea in the west;
Give me ships to sail in the name of your crown,
Give me warrant to claim your majesty's own,
And I will go forth to the quest!"