The Mourner's Chaplet: An Offering of Sympathy for Bereaved Friends. Selected from American Poets |
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... leaves , Glitters the warm sun on the village spire , Pointing the living after thee . And this Seems like a comfort , and , replacing now The flowers that have made room for thee , I go To whisper the same peace to her who lies ...
... leaves , Glitters the warm sun on the village spire , Pointing the living after thee . And this Seems like a comfort , and , replacing now The flowers that have made room for thee , I go To whisper the same peace to her who lies ...
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... leaves . THE EARLY DEAD . WILLIS G. CLARK . IF it be sad to mark the bowed with age Sink in the halls of the remorseless tomb , Closing the changes of life's pilgrimage In the still darkness of its mouldering gloom : O ! what a shadow o ...
... leaves . THE EARLY DEAD . WILLIS G. CLARK . IF it be sad to mark the bowed with age Sink in the halls of the remorseless tomb , Closing the changes of life's pilgrimage In the still darkness of its mouldering gloom : O ! what a shadow o ...
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... leaves of freshest green and roses pale With promise greet the eyes that o'er him weep . For the young spirit that has passed away , Like them brought sudden pleasure to the heart , And with unconscious beauty , day by day , Woke THE ...
... leaves of freshest green and roses pale With promise greet the eyes that o'er him weep . For the young spirit that has passed away , Like them brought sudden pleasure to the heart , And with unconscious beauty , day by day , Woke THE ...
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... leaf and stream , Yet reaching not the dead . I will remember , and the dream shall be Forever more a welcome thing to me , Child of my bosom's love ; And I will deem thou ' rt standing even now , With the hair parted on thy sinless ...
... leaf and stream , Yet reaching not the dead . I will remember , and the dream shall be Forever more a welcome thing to me , Child of my bosom's love ; And I will deem thou ' rt standing even now , With the hair parted on thy sinless ...
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... leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord hath need of the flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smiled : " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " " They shall all ...
... leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord hath need of the flowerets gay , ' The Reaper said , and smiled : " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " " They shall all ...
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Page 25 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 61 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. My Lord has need of these flowerets gay, The Reaper said, and smiled : Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 24 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Page 61 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. 'They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 50 - MOTHER, how still the baby lies ! I cannot hear his breath ; I cannot see his laughing eyes — They tell me this is death. My little work I thought to bring, And sat down by his bed, And pleasantly I tried to sing — They hushed me — he is dead. They say that he again will rise, More beautiful than now ; That God will bless him in the skies — 0, mother, tell me how...
Page 51 - O, yes, mamma ! how very gay Its wings of starry gold ! And see ! it lightly flies away Beyond my gentle hold. O, mother, now I know full well, If God that worm can change, And draw it from this broken cell, On golden wings to range, — How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him wings, Above this dying world to flee, And live with heavenly things !
Page 20 - I cannot make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair ; Yet when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there...
Page 60 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 83 - Should the .visions which hope spreads in light to thine eye, Like the tints of the rainbow, but brighten to fly, Then turn, and, through tears of repentant regret " Look aloft " to the sun that is never to set. Should they who are dearest, the son of thy heart, The wife of thy bosom, in sorrow depart, "Look aloft" from the darkness and dust of the tomb, To that soil where
Page 20 - Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there ! I cannot make him dead!