220 THE LAST MAN. Then draw we nearer day by day, Each to his brethren, all to God: THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. The Last Man. ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulph of time. I saw the last of human mould, The sun's eye had a sickly glare, THE LAST MAN. Some had expired in fight-the brands In plague and famine some; Earth's cities had no sound nor tread: Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood. That shook the sere leaves from the wood Saying, "We are twins in death, proud Sun, For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. "What though beneath thee, man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill: And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Entail'd on human hearts. "Go, let Oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men; 221 222 THE LAST MAN. Nor with thy rising beams recal Its piteous pageants bring not back, Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, E'en I am weary, in yon skies My lips that speak thy dirge of death- The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall- "His spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark; Who captive led Captivity, And took the sting from Death! COMPARISON. "Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste, To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man must taste:- T. CAMPBELL. 223 Comparison. THOSE wither'd leaves along the cold ground spread, Where virtue sleeps, that time cannot consume; The good man dies, but with his parting breath Bequeaths the world a sweet that knows no death. ANON. Р The Path of Beaven Larrow and Thorny. THE path of sorrow, and that path alone, Call'd for a cloud to darken all their years, O balmy gales of soul-reviving air! O salutary streams that murmur there! These, flowing from the Fount of grace above, Those breathed from lips of everlasting love. |