THE CITY AND THE BOOK V

THE 80 AMERICANS OF THE SWISS-OWNED SO-CALLED

‘ENGLISH’ CEMETERY

• They say Ideal Beauty cannot enter           The house of anguish. On the threshold stands           An alien Image with the shackled hands,           Called the Greek Slave: as if the sculptor meant her,           (That passionless perfection which he lent her,           Shadowed, not darkened, where the sill expands)           To, so, confront men’s crimes in different lands,           With man’s ideal sense. Pierce to the centre,           Art’s fiery finger! – and break up erelong           The serfdom of this world! Appeal, fair stone,           From God’s pure heights of beauty, against man’s wrong!           Catch up in thy divine face, not alone           East griefs but west, - and strike and shame the strong,          By thunders of white silence, overthrown!

IN MEMORYOF

HENRY FLORENCEINFANT SON OF

JOHN A.G. AND SUSAN M. GRAYOF NEW YORK

DIED IN THIS THE CITY OF HIS BIRTHFEBRUARY 19 1855

AGED 9 MONTHS & 23 DAYS

FARE THEE WELL OUR YOUNGEST TREASUREON THE SOIL THAT GAVE THEE BIRTH

BY THE RIPPLING ARNO'S WATERREST THEE IN ITALIA'S EARTH

WHILE THE MEMORY OF THY SWEETNESSCHEERS A DISTANT HOME AND HEARTH

CHEERS US WHILE OUR SAD HEARTS TELLTHE DEAR LORD DOETH ALL THINGS WELL

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door;

On her divine majorityObtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low gate;

Unmoved, an emperor is kneelingUpon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nationChoose one;

Then close the valves of her attentionLike stone.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausingAt her low gate;Unmoved, an emperor is kneelingUpon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nationChoose one;Then close the valves of her attentionLike stone.

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door;On her divine majorityObtrude no more.