Last Lines of William Cullen Bryant
A lighter burden on the heart.A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.As the fierce shout of victory.Darkened by boundless groves, and roamed by savage men.For all his children suffer here.For seats of innocence and rest!He bounds away to hunt the deer.Her ruddy, pouting fruit ...Of those calm solitudes, is there.Recalled me to the love of song.That made the woods of April bright.That won my heart in my greener years.The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.The rustling of my footsteps near.This sweet lone isle amid the sea.Thou lov'st to sigh and murmur still.To call its inmate to the sky.To hear again his living voice.To the veil of whose brow your lamps are dim.Ungreeted, and shall give its light embrace.Will lead my steps aright.