"1Nop art gone to tie land Of he leol."
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.1Nop art gone to he land Of the leol"


BY BERNARD BARTON.
Thou art gone to the land of the leal, and the


bell
Is mournfuliy tolling thy funeral knell;
Within the dark coffin is pilow'd thy head,
And without it the pail for a covering is spread;
from the home which thy presence has SO long


endcar'd,
Where thy smiles were beloved, and thy worth


was rcverd
TO the last earthly home, where thy relqucs


shall rest,
Thou art iourncying in peace!-Be thy memory


blest!
And blest it shall be: for thou dost not descend
10 the cold grave unhonour'd, the grief Of


each friend,
The Sigh of the poor, and the sorrow of those
Who have known thee longest, attended thy


close.
OH often before me thy image shall pass,
Like shadow reflected from memory's glass;
With thy time -svercd locks, and those spirits,
whose play
Secm'd fresh from the fount of lfe's earliest days
And the vision, thus brought, to my bosom shall
Ever welcome, if bearing the semblance of thee!