FROM THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT. 



HIGH on the list of monumental names 



Of sons of science in thy native land, 



Thy honored name conspicuous stands inscribed ; 



Nor shall its capitals grow dim v/ith years. 



'Twas fit thy long farewell to earth should come 

 When autumn shed its withered leaves around. 

 No wintry chills had closed the dying year ; 

 So thou, ere wintry age had chilled thy powers, 

 Art gathered home to fields of higher growth. 



Thy exit here was but thy entrance there, 

 Where spring perennial blooms upon thy path. 

 Beside thy couch a guardian stood unseen, 

 To watch the signal of thy latest breath ; 

 And at its hush he opened wide the door, 

 Let in the sunlight of immortal day 

 To beam forever on thy opening eye. 



But now what sounds of welcome strike thy ear 

 From those that meet thee on celestial shores, 

 Who once on earth the paths of science trod ! 

 There thou now read'st creation's highest truth : 

 All who have lived live noiv in endless life. 

 No dark annihilation's night has checked 

 The march progressive of those minds like thee, 

 Who in time past the lamp of learning bore. 



Couldst thou now speak to mortal ears once more, 



Thy words would tell of sympathetic threads 



Leading through time and space that touched thy soul 



Upon its entrance to a higher life ; 



Of words of greeting that fell on thy ear 



From those once known to thee, or known by fame, 



As thy companions in the search profound 



Of Nature's truths in years or centuries gone. 



An Agassiz is there to welcome thee, 



