Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XV. O'ER UNKNOWN GRAVES.
O'er unknown graves the snowdrops bloom,
And with a line of light illume
These mouldering mounds of faded green,
Where long ago Love's hand was seen
Decking with flowers the recent tomb.
And with a line of light illume
These mouldering mounds of faded green,
Where long ago Love's hand was seen
Decking with flowers the recent tomb.
Lost are their very names for whom
Love wrought—in dark oblivion's doom,
But still the snowdrops shine serene
O'er unknown graves.
Love wrought—in dark oblivion's doom,
But still the snowdrops shine serene
O'er unknown graves.
If when we quit this mortal scene
We are as though we had not been,
For other faces making room—
Hope, like a snowdrop, lights the gloom;
Nature and God keep watch, I ween,
O'er unknown graves.
We are as though we had not been,
For other faces making room—
Hope, like a snowdrop, lights the gloom;
Nature and God keep watch, I ween,
O'er unknown graves.
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