1842

THE DEATH OF CHANNING

by William Cullen Bryant

THE DEATH OF CHANNING -

While yet the harvest-fields are white,

And few the toiling reapers stand,

Called from his task before the night,

We miss the mightiest of the band. -

O thou of strong and gentle mind,

Thy thrilling voice shall plead no more

For Truth, for Freedom, and Mankind-

The lesson of thy life is o'er. -

But thou in brightness, far above

The fairest dream of human thought,

Before the seat of Power and Love,

Art with the Truth that thou hast sought - -