DANIEL C. COLESWORTHY. LET US DO GOOD. LET us do good. How sweet the thought, We have the wretched blest Threw smiles upon a clouded brow, To know we've dried a single tear, Will give to us more joy at last Then in the littlę sphere we move, TRUE FAME. SUGGESTED BY CHANTRY'S STATUE OF WASHINGTON. WHO hath not hoped for immortality? And what is immortality ?-to be Awhile remembered, when the heart is cold, And o'er the nerveless hand hath crept the mould Of the damp sepulchre? to be heralded By the loud trump of Fame, when life hath fled, Until even its echo hath gone past And perished in the abyss of ages? No! It is to live while memory shall last, Shrined deep within the heart - the ceaseless flow Of centuries only adding to the sum Of the world's gratitude! 'tis to become |