feet will cross the pathways, and returning, leave behind them the dearest objects of their reverence or their love!
And if this were all, sad indeed, and funereal would be our thoughts; gloomy, indeed, would be these shades, and desolate these prospects.
But-thanks be to God--the evils, which he permits, have their attendant mercies, and are blessings in disguise.
The bruised reed will not be laid utterly prostrate.
The wounded heart will not always bleed.
The voice of consolation will spring up in the midst of the silence of these regions of death.
The mourner will revisit these shades with a secret, though melancholy pleasure.
The hand of friendship will delight to cherish the flowers, and the shrubs, that fringe the lowly grave, or the sculptured monument.
The earliest beams of the morning will play upon these summits with a refreshing cheerfulness; and the lingering tints of evening hover on them with a tranquilizing glow.
Spring will invite thither the footsteps of the young by its opening foliage; and Autumn detain the contemplative by its latest bloom.
The votary of learning and science will here learn to elevate his genius by the holiest studies.
The devout will here offer up the silent tribute of pity, or the prayer of gratitude.
The rivalries of the world will here drop from the heart: the spirit of forgiveness will gather new impulses; the selfishness of avarice will be checked; the restlessness of ambition will be rebuked; vanity will let fall its plumes; and pride, as it sees “what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue,” will acknowledge the value of virtue as far, immeasurably far, beyond that of fame.
But that, which will be ever present, pervading these shades, like the noon-day sun, and shedding cheerfulness