That slumber in its bosom," asserts that "all that breathe/ Will share thy destiny", and, in the final stanza, instructs the reader "to join/ The innumerable caravan" and "approach thy grave... and lie down to pleasant dreams.
The speaker of this poem mentions the "sluggish clod which the rude swain/ Turns with his share" and predicts that "The oak/ Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold." Its speaker exhorts the reader to "Take the wings/ Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness" and mentions a place "Where rolls the Oregon". More famously, the speaker of this poem asserts that "The globe are but a handful to the tribes/ That slumber in its bosom," asserts that "all that breathe/ Will share thy destiny", and, in the final stanza, instructs the reader "to join/ The innumerable caravan" and "approach thy grave... and lie down to pleasant dreams." For ten points, name this meditation on death, a poem by William Cullen Bryant.
The speaker of this poem mentions the "sluggish clod which the rude swain/ Turns with his share" and predicts that "The oak/ Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.
"Thanatopsis"