THE BATTLE-FIELD. 311 Die full of hope and manly trust, Like those who fell in battle here. Another hand thy sword shall wield, THE FUTURE LIFE. How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps When all of thee that time could wither sleeps For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain Will not thy own meek heart demand me there? My name on earth was ever in thy prayer, Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven? In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here? THE FUTURE LIFE The love that lived through all the stormy past, And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last, Shall it expire with life, and be no more? A happier lot than mine, and larger light, In cheerful homage to the rule of right, For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell, Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll; And wrath has left its scar-that fire of hell Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky, Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home, The wisdom which is love-till I become Thy fit companion in that land of bliss? 313 LINES IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM LEGGETT. THE earth may ring, from shore to shore, But he, whose loss our tears deplore, For when the death-frost came to lie On Leggett's warm and mighty heart, The words of fire that from his pen Amid a cold and coward age. His love of truth, too warm, too strong For Hope or Fear to chain or chill, His hate of tyranny and wrong, Burn in the breasts he kindled still. THE DEATH OF SCHILLER. 315 Shone and awoke the strong desire For love and knowledge reached not here, Till, freed by death, his soul of fire Sprang to a fairer, ampler sphere. Then-who shall tell how deep, how bright |