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Earth's Children Cleave To Earth.

By William Cullen Bryant

Topics: classic

Earth's children cleave to Earth, her frail     Decaying children dread decay.     Yon wreath of mist that leaves the vale,     And lessens in the morning ray:     Look, how, by mountain rivulet,     It lingers as it upward creeps,     And clings to fern and copsewood set     Along the green and dewy steeps:     Clings to the fragrant kalmia, clings     To precipices fringed with grass,     Dark maples where the wood-thrush sings,     And bowers of fragrant sassafras.     Yet all in vain, it passes still     From hold to hold, it cannot stay,     And in the very beams that fill     The world with glory, wastes away,     Till, parting from the mountain's brow,     It vanishes from human eye,     And that which sprung of earth is now     A portion of the glorious sky.

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About William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) was an American poet and journalist. His poem "Thanatopsis" (1817) was the first major American poem. He edited the New York Evening Post for 50 years and was a champion of American poetry.

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