His love and immortal will hold off the destroyer of our summer
yet one more week, until the forenoon of September 7th, and then falls
the frost, and that unfaltering will renders its supreme submission to
the will of God."* Unusually checkered his life had been, and yet for Lanier
as for Timrod poetry (and music) had "turned life's tasteless waters
into wine, and flushed them through and through with purple tints."**
The body was taken to Mr. Lanier's home in Baltimore, thence to
the Church of St. Michael and All Angels, where services were conducted
by the rector, the Rev. Dr. William Kirkus. It was then buried
in Greenmount Cemetery, in the lot of Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull,
two of the dearest friends that Mr. and Mrs. Lanier had in Baltimore.
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* Ward's `Memorial', p. xxx.
** Timrod's `A Vision of Poesy', stanza xliv.
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Mr. Lanier left a family consisting of his wife and four sons.
Mrs. Lanier, who lives at Tryon, N.C., was the inspiration
not only of those glorious tributes, `Laus Mariae' and `My Springs',
but also of the poet's whole life.
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