In many a hidden gulph which yawns below In its true form, the precipice of death, * * Still shall ye light the world: e'en from the tomb Departed genius waves her quenchless flame, * (Unfinished.) * The tombs of Rousseau and Voltaire, in the vaults of the Pantheon, at Paris, exactly resemble each other; and from each, a hand is extended, holding forth a flaming torch; and these words, or some resembling them, are engraved on each" I still light the world." THE END. |