THE LOST RACE"One of our visits to the mound was at night."Oh, silent mound! thy secret tell!God's acre gazing toward the sky,'Midst sombre shade 'neath angel's eyeThou sleepest till the domesday knell.Sweet leaflets, on the towering elms.Oh whisper from your crested height!Or have lost forests borne from sightThe secret to their buried realms?Stay, babbling river, hurrying past,Cans't thou, who saw'st the toilers build,Not picture on thy bosom stilled,Life-speaking shadows long since cast?Or, echo, mocking us with sound,Repeat the busy voice, we pray,Of moiling thousands, now dull clay,And waken up the gloom profound.Pale, shimmering ghosts that flit around,While spade and mattock death-fields glean,Open with words from the unseenThe mysteries now in cerements bound.No answer yet! We gaze in vain.With lamp and lore let science come.Now, clear eyed maiden!!—You, too, dumb!Your light gone out!!—'tis night again.And is this all? an earthen pot!A broken spear! a copper pin!Earth's grandest prizes counted in,A burial mound!—the common lot!Yes! this were all; but o'er the mound,The stars, that fill the midnight sky,Are eyes from Heaven that watch on highTill domesday's thrilling life-note sound.
THE LOST RACE
"One of our visits to the mound was at night."
Oh, silent mound! thy secret tell!God's acre gazing toward the sky,'Midst sombre shade 'neath angel's eyeThou sleepest till the domesday knell.
Sweet leaflets, on the towering elms.Oh whisper from your crested height!Or have lost forests borne from sightThe secret to their buried realms?
Stay, babbling river, hurrying past,Cans't thou, who saw'st the toilers build,Not picture on thy bosom stilled,Life-speaking shadows long since cast?
Or, echo, mocking us with sound,Repeat the busy voice, we pray,Of moiling thousands, now dull clay,And waken up the gloom profound.
Pale, shimmering ghosts that flit around,While spade and mattock death-fields glean,Open with words from the unseenThe mysteries now in cerements bound.
No answer yet! We gaze in vain.With lamp and lore let science come.Now, clear eyed maiden!!—You, too, dumb!Your light gone out!!—'tis night again.
And is this all? an earthen pot!A broken spear! a copper pin!Earth's grandest prizes counted in,A burial mound!—the common lot!
Yes! this were all; but o'er the mound,The stars, that fill the midnight sky,Are eyes from Heaven that watch on highTill domesday's thrilling life-note sound.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
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impliments changed toimplements(crushed in by one of these implements.)
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