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" Waning life and weary, 



Fainting heart and limb, 

 Darkening road and dreary, 



Flashing eye grown dim. 

 All betokening- nightfall near, 

 Day is done and rest is dear." 



Towards the last another shadow fell upon him and his mind 

 failed, and his e3'e, noted for its brightness, l)ecame dim, and 

 during the remainder of his stay on earth like a little child he 

 was led by the hand. 



On the 27th of January, 1851, the summons came, and as he 

 la}" upon his bed, surrounded by his family, his eyes regained 

 their lustre, as though they peneti'ated the veil and looked be- 

 3'ond the river into that land that is " very far off," and with his 

 hands clasi)ed in those of his wife he passed peacefully away. 



He sleeps by the side of our noble river, which in its fair and 

 full proportions with stateh' sweep moves calmlj- onward to its 

 own rest in the bosom of the great deep, so nigh at hand, while 

 above him, bearing upon its chiseled sides reproductions from 

 his own drawings, rises the splendid monument this day un- 

 veiled in honor of his memory and to coninieniorate his work. 



His labors accomplished, his vocation falfilled, how can I 

 more fittingly express it all than by those lines so full of music, 

 which tell of a life well lived from its rising to its setting sun ; 

 of the contemplation of a peaceful passing hence that no alarms 

 can stir, and of the possession of a steadfast unfaltering trust 

 when standing on the borders and looking out upon the glassy 

 surfjice of the vast, unknown eternal sea ? 



" Sunset and evening star, 



And one clear call for me. 

 And may there be no moaning of the bar 



When I pnt out to sea. 

 But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 



Too full for sound or foam, 

 When that which drew from out the boundless deep 



Turns again home. 

 Twilight and evening bell 



And after that the dark, 

 And may there be no sadness of farewell 



When I embark. 

 For tlio' from out our bourne of Time and Place 



The Hood may bear me far, 

 I hope to see my Pilot face to face 



When I have crossed the bar." 



