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Saw ye beside his grave two honored forms, 

 Fond guardians of his parents' infancy, 

 Who now, in holy sanctity of age, 

 Wept for their loved one, as the flower of grass 

 Fading beside them ? 



The same hallowed guide* 

 Who blessed his hoary grandsire, when he took 

 His pilgrim staff, to tread the darkened vale, 

 Did gird him, as he suddenly went forth 

 On his returnless journey. 



List his words ! 



When with a brandished dart the pale king rose, 

 Like basilisk amid a violet bank : 

 " Peace and a steadfast hope" 



Serene, he closed 



His eyes in solemn thought, a little space, 

 Communing with his God. 



And then there burst 

 From their unfolding lids, a light of joy, 

 And from his icy lips the blessed sound 

 Of " Glorious immortality. " 



And so 

 He passed away. 



And those who saw that scene, 

 Though griefs dire pang was wrestling at their heart, 

 Touched by that strong sublimity of faith 

 That conquereth death, mingled God's praise with tears. 



L. H. S. 



* The Rev. Dr. Porter, of Farmington, who was greatly beloved and 

 respected by the late venerable Gov. Treadwell, of Connecticut. 



