Memorial Addresses on the Life and Character of Marriott Brosius: (later a Representative, from Pennsylvania), Delivered in the House of Representatives and Senate, Fifty-seventh Congress, First Session

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41 ÆäÀÌÁö - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - I appeal to all loyal citizens to favor, facilitate, and aid this effort to maintain the honor, the integrity, and the existence of our National Union and the perpetuity of popular government and to redress wrongs already long enough endured.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved, but no wail from their...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - That as a further mark of respect to the memory of the deceased the Senate do now adjourn.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

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