BAYARD TAYLOR.
Call him not dead! there is no death!Although the outward form may perishAnd from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish.Earth well may spare the casket,If the jewel it contains,In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains.Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath!Transcribed upon life’s pageThey ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage.These are the man! the clayIs but the scaffolding, by which we climbUpward, and onward, toward things more sublime.This grand heroic soul, stands nowWithout the help of scaffolding of clay;His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day.Unto his fellow men he has bequeathedA legacy of rich and noble thought.Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!”Ah! soul so noble and so strong!From thy new life in realms sublime,Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time!
Call him not dead! there is no death!Although the outward form may perishAnd from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish.Earth well may spare the casket,If the jewel it contains,In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains.Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath!Transcribed upon life’s pageThey ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage.These are the man! the clayIs but the scaffolding, by which we climbUpward, and onward, toward things more sublime.This grand heroic soul, stands nowWithout the help of scaffolding of clay;His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day.Unto his fellow men he has bequeathedA legacy of rich and noble thought.Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!”Ah! soul so noble and so strong!From thy new life in realms sublime,Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time!
Call him not dead! there is no death!Although the outward form may perishAnd from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish.
Call him not dead! there is no death!
Although the outward form may perish
And from our sight be hid. ’Tis not the form we cherish.
Earth well may spare the casket,If the jewel it contains,In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains.
Earth well may spare the casket,
If the jewel it contains,
In its brilliancy and splendor, unbroken, still remains.
Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath!Transcribed upon life’s pageThey ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage.
Thoughts, words and deeds outlive the fleeting breath!
Transcribed upon life’s page
They ever stand! a joyous, or a darksome heritage.
These are the man! the clayIs but the scaffolding, by which we climbUpward, and onward, toward things more sublime.
These are the man! the clay
Is but the scaffolding, by which we climb
Upward, and onward, toward things more sublime.
This grand heroic soul, stands nowWithout the help of scaffolding of clay;His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day.
This grand heroic soul, stands now
Without the help of scaffolding of clay;
His spirit basking in the sunlight of eternal day.
Unto his fellow men he has bequeathedA legacy of rich and noble thought.Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!”
Unto his fellow men he has bequeathed
A legacy of rich and noble thought.
Of him, shall no one say “He lived for nought!”
Ah! soul so noble and so strong!From thy new life in realms sublime,Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time!
Ah! soul so noble and so strong!
From thy new life in realms sublime,
Waft us an inspiration, for the work of coming time!