This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857* edition. Excerpt: ...page of Fame. TO THE MEMORY OF HARRISON. Unseal the mournful sod, Let sound your notes of wo--A Christian soul has gone to God--A Christian corse must to its burial go. Simple shall be our rite: The dust unto its dust, The spirit to its native light, To us, the blessed memory of the just. It seems but yestermorn That, by the gathering crowd, Thou, as their chosen one, wert bprne Hither, with sound of joy, and welcome loud. CalPd from thy stately West, Thou eamest, on mission proud; It is fulfill'd: lie down to rest With quiet heart in an untarnish'd shroud. Thy message briefly said, WitH word and look serene; Thou bowest low thy hoary head, And glidest, as a shadow, from the scene. Our good old president On that triumphal day, A milk-white steed beneath thee bent--Paler is that which bears thee now away. It is not well to mourn; Man is but half a slave, But half to sin and suffering born, The tide of sorrow breaks upon the grave. And when the warm spring sun On thy green bed shall lie, Methinks 'twill be a sweeter one Than purple couch or regal canopy. For, surely, thou art spared The weight of weary days: Sleepless anxieties, unshared, And lonely wanderings in life's thorniest ways. Thou hast but plann'd our good, Nor lived to see it fail; Nor struggled with man's evil mood, Till thy soul fainted in its prison frail. For thee the trump of war-Breathes vain defiance now; We hear it, dimly, from afar, But Peace has set her seal upon thy brow. The chains thou wouldst have broken Must bind us, if God will: The words of truth thou wouldst have spoken His voice shall speak, and every heart be still. Upon the wreck of things His signet is impress'd; Turn we from vain imaginings, For so He giv"eth His beloved rest. ON THE DEATH OF HARRISON. A Wail a...