ResurgamDawns dread and red the fateful morn—Lo, Resurrection’s Day is born!The striding sea no longer strides,No longer knows the trick of tides;The land is breathless, winds relent,All nature waits the dread event.From wassail rising rather late,Awarding Jove arrives in state;O’er yawning graves looks many a league,Then yawns himself from sheer fatigue.Lifting its finger to the sky,A marble shaft arrests his eye—This epitaph, in pompous pride,Engraven on its polished side:“Perfection of Creation’s plan,Here resteth Universal Man,Who virtues, segregated wide,Collated, classed, and codified,Reduced to practice, taught, explained,And strict morality maintained.Anticipating death, his pelfHe lavished on this monolith;Because he leaves nor kin nor kithHe rears this tribute to himself,That Virtue’s fame may never cease.Hic jacet—let him rest in peace!”With sober eye Jove scanned the shaft,Then turned away and lightly laughed“Poor Man! since I have careless beenIn keeping books to note thy sin,And thou hast left upon the earthThis faithful record of thy worth,Thy final prayer shall now be heard:Of life I’ll not renew thy lease,But take thee at thy carven word,And let thee rest in solemn peace!”THE END
Dawns dread and red the fateful morn—Lo, Resurrection’s Day is born!The striding sea no longer strides,No longer knows the trick of tides;The land is breathless, winds relent,All nature waits the dread event.From wassail rising rather late,Awarding Jove arrives in state;O’er yawning graves looks many a league,Then yawns himself from sheer fatigue.Lifting its finger to the sky,A marble shaft arrests his eye—This epitaph, in pompous pride,Engraven on its polished side:“Perfection of Creation’s plan,Here resteth Universal Man,Who virtues, segregated wide,Collated, classed, and codified,Reduced to practice, taught, explained,And strict morality maintained.Anticipating death, his pelfHe lavished on this monolith;Because he leaves nor kin nor kithHe rears this tribute to himself,That Virtue’s fame may never cease.Hic jacet—let him rest in peace!”With sober eye Jove scanned the shaft,Then turned away and lightly laughed“Poor Man! since I have careless beenIn keeping books to note thy sin,And thou hast left upon the earthThis faithful record of thy worth,Thy final prayer shall now be heard:Of life I’ll not renew thy lease,But take thee at thy carven word,And let thee rest in solemn peace!”