 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
STANZAS.
“Clean forgotten, as a dead man out of mind.”
Psalms.
Psalms.
And is this, then, the common lot?
The end of earthly love and trust?
To be by cherished ones forgot
When the frail body sleeps in dust?
Shall hearts which now with love run o'er,
Retain for us no deeper trace
Than leaves the footprint on the shore,
Which the next wavelet may effáce?
The end of earthly love and trust?
To be by cherished ones forgot
When the frail body sleeps in dust?
Shall hearts which now with love run o'er,
Retain for us no deeper trace
Than leaves the footprint on the shore,
Which the next wavelet may effáce?
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Shall those who only seemed to live
Within the sunshine of our smile,
To whom existence could not give
A joy unshared by us the while,—
Shall they 'mid other joys live on,
And form anew affection's tie,
When we from earth's delights are gone,
Forever hid from human eye?
Within the sunshine of our smile,
To whom existence could not give
A joy unshared by us the while,—
Shall they 'mid other joys live on,
And form anew affection's tie,
When we from earth's delights are gone,
Forever hid from human eye?
Aye; thus it is th' eternal laws
That rule our nature are obeyed.
Not in mid conflict may we pause
To linger long where love is laid;
We pile the sod above the breast
Which pillowed oft our aching head,
Then turn, and leave unto its rest
Our loved, but half-forgotten dead.
That rule our nature are obeyed.
Not in mid conflict may we pause
To linger long where love is laid;
We pile the sod above the breast
Which pillowed oft our aching head,
Then turn, and leave unto its rest
Our loved, but half-forgotten dead.
Tears, the heart's desolating rain,
Awhile upon our path may fall,
But hope's sweet sunbeam smiles again,
And grief can ne'er the past recall;
Anon the dirge's mournful measure
Is changed to some less saddening strain,
And soon the echoing voice of pleasure
Tells grief and love alike were vain.
Awhile upon our path may fall,
But hope's sweet sunbeam smiles again,
And grief can ne'er the past recall;
Anon the dirge's mournful measure
Is changed to some less saddening strain,
And soon the echoing voice of pleasure
Tells grief and love alike were vain.
We form new schemes of future bliss,
New flowers spring up to cheer our way,
And scarcely from our side we miss
The partners of life's earlier day;
Alas! how vain our noblest feelings,
How idle would affection seem,
Did not God give us bright revealings
Of life where love is not a dream!
New flowers spring up to cheer our way,
And scarcely from our side we miss
The partners of life's earlier day;
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How idle would affection seem,
Did not God give us bright revealings
Of life where love is not a dream!
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