. Rural essays . now v/atcli the grave of the man,who was buried, not yet thirty-seven years old, but withgreat duties done in this world, and with firm taith in thedivine goodness. Unwatchd, the garden bough shall sway,The tender blossom flutter down,Unloved, that beech will gather brown,This maple burn itself away ; Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fairRay round with flame her disk of seed,And many a rose-carnation feedWith summer spice the humming air. Unloved, by many a sandy bar The brook shall babble down the plain,At noon, or when the lesser wainIs twisting round the polar star ; Uncare
. Rural essays . now v/atcli the grave of the man,who was buried, not yet thirty-seven years old, but withgreat duties done in this world, and with firm taith in thedivine goodness. Unwatchd, the garden bough shall sway,The tender blossom flutter down,Unloved, that beech will gather brown,This maple burn itself away ; Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fairRay round with flame her disk of seed,And many a rose-carnation feedWith summer spice the humming air. Unloved, by many a sandy bar The brook shall babble down the plain,At noon, or when the lesser wainIs twisting round the polar star ; Uncared for, gird the windy grove. And flood the haunts of hern and crake; Iviii MEMOIR. Or into silver arrows break,The sailing moon in creek and cove; Till from the garden and the wild,A fresh association year by year, the landscape growFamiliar to the strangers child; As, year by year, the laborer tills His wonted glebe, or lops the glades ;And year by year our memory fadesFrom all the circle of the A LETTER FROM MISS BREMER. TO THE FRIENDS OF A. J. DOWNING, Stockholm, November, 1852. HERE, before me, are the pages on which a noble andrefined spirit has breathed his mind. He is gone, hebreathes no more on earth to adorn and ennoble it ; butin these pages liis mind still speaks to us—Ins eye, liisdiscerning spirit still guides and directs us. Thank God,there is immortahty even on earth ! Thank God, the workof the good, the word of the noble and intelligent, has init seeds of eternal growth ! Friends of my friend, let us rejoice, while we weep,that we still have so much of him left, so much of himwith us, to learn by, to beautify our homes, our loves, ourlives ! Let us be thanldul that we can turn to these pages,which bear his words and works, and again there enjoy liisconversation—the peculiar glances of his mind and eye atthe objects of life; let us thank the Giver of all good thingsfor the gift of such a mind as liis to this imperfect world ;for he understood
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