The passing of the storm, and other poems . ,Himself to death must yield , man who, through all disadvantagesAnd obstacles, has hewed his way aloft,From out the labyrinth of sways the sceptre over conquered realms,Of latent energy and unseen condition or conceding to that sombre potentate. Nor can in earths remotest solitude, In forest depths or undiscovered isle. In dismal cavern or secretive cave Escape the mandate of that grizzly King. Nor wing of eagle, nor the fabled wings Of hippogrif, of such velocity As clothes the lightning and
The passing of the storm, and other poems . ,Himself to death must yield , man who, through all disadvantagesAnd obstacles, has hewed his way aloft,From out the labyrinth of sways the sceptre over conquered realms,Of latent energy and unseen condition or conceding to that sombre potentate. Nor can in earths remotest solitude, In forest depths or undiscovered isle. In dismal cavern or secretive cave Escape the mandate of that grizzly King. Nor wing of eagle, nor the fabled wings Of hippogrif, of such velocity As clothes the lightning and the thunderbolt. Outstrip in speed the shadowy wings of death. We pass along an ever-travelled road,Worn by the silent and continuous treadOf throngs innumerable, of every clime;The countless generations of the uncomputed hosts and multitudesWho trod the earth in ages most remote,And those whose pale emaciated formsThe generous earth hath recently received,The myriads of every race and tongueWho have preceded us, have sent no word. <^ Mortality 135 Of cheer or comfort from that silent strand,And no directions for our timorous steps. Grim Dissolution knows no favorites, But in his multiplicity of shapes Invades alike, with stern resistless step. The squalid hovel with its noisome air, And palace most replete with opulence; Those of exalted station, and the hordes To whom existence means but servitude, Who see the golden sun arise and bring No intermission from their ceaseless toil, Who hope for respite only with the night; Those who in dread reluctance shrank from death. And those who neither knew nor cared the hour, To life and death alike indifferent, Or fain themselves would snap the fragile thread; Mankind in all conditions and degrees Of culture, affluence and penury. Of multiform endowments and desires, With differing talents and proclivities, Yea, all varieties and types of men, With pathways various and diversified. Have found their paths converging at the gr
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