Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . . — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Gently - so have good men taught - Gently, and without grief, the old shall glide Into the new; the eternal flow… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
