The Virginian

From the Connecticut Journal.

THE BURIAL OF ARNOLD.

Ye members of the Senior Class of Yale College,

I, stirred, to your place of prayer,

With a heart in anguish torn,

Your ranks are full-suited, safe in their seats,

By this mute and mournful air.

He was the proudest in his strength,

The manly boy of all;

Why then at such fearful length,

And spread his pall?

It richly it up stands, in ha

Sirnde up, that forlorn male,

With his dark-resting clouds,

And too tiny natural with a smile,

On hand or hood but told some then,

To mark whose name was dim,

From my own tank of frost-bitten men

Wanly so singled one?

Where was the winners are which sung

Defence to the ring?

Bhour laugh of history loudest rung,

Yet not for thee mg?

Whom heart of generous thought

No misery might touch,

And yet distinction climbing not.

There life is—K and loch:

O now—his requiem is done"

The last day prayer it yaul-

On thy line that, comrades—on

Was the noblest of the soul!

Slow from in prayer heavily—

It is a man so hear!

Stow—Go or thoughts dwell wearily

On the late sharper shore:

Tread lightly, carefully! we bear this

In dark lock on his brow

Like life—our deeper light and shade,

Will not disturb thee now,

Tread all lightly, for 'tis beautiful,

Full many a friend eye love's sleep,

Hung the eye death left so full,

In slumber it will keep.

Rest nor!—his journeying is done-

Your feet so on dis sound—

Death's chain is on your champion

He waited here for God!

Autum an weary muleness

To be brave broken here-

For the grave of earth's bitterness

In natural by a tear,

A JUNIOR