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3. LAST WISH OF WM. H. PRESCOTT. (notes)

Still beautiful in this thy rest so deep,

Thy final wish fulfill'd, we see thy face

Calm as in life, with not a marring trace

Of the swift blow, which calls thy friends to weep.

What hosts of mighty dead around thee keep

On these rich-loaded shelves their silent place?—

"Farewell, companions lov'd; like your's my race

Is run; tomorrow in the ground I sleep."—

What would he teach us, living, by this scene?—

Books! books! are earth's invaluable lights;

Treasures of truth, the richest gifts terrene,

Left by fled spirits in their upward flights!

And what does man demand, in age and youth,

But heav'n-descended, heav'nward-guiding Truth?