 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
MY CHILD.
A knell is ringing
In the belfry of my soul;
Voices are singing
That wildly breathe of dole.
In the belfry of my soul;
Voices are singing
That wildly breathe of dole.
The lyre I waken
Is draped with funeral black;
One away is taken
Who never can come back.
Is draped with funeral black;
One away is taken
Who never can come back.
She was my fairest,
A child of promise bright;
Beauty, the rarest,
Is first to feel the blight.
A child of promise bright;
Beauty, the rarest,
Is first to feel the blight.
I think of her nightly,
When home is far away,
And visions brightly
Around my pillow play.
When home is far away,
And visions brightly
Around my pillow play.
The thought is pleasant,
That she is by my side;
In spirit present,
My wandering feet to guide.
That she is by my side;
In spirit present,
My wandering feet to guide.
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