Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XXI. THE SEPULCHRE.
The Sepulchre, the sacred Tomb—
Link not its name with thoughts of gloom;
For near it smiled a garden-ground,
And many a branching tree was found
Where birds to roost and sing had room.
Link not its name with thoughts of gloom;
For near it smiled a garden-ground,
And many a branching tree was found
Where birds to roost and sing had room.
Here lilies hung their fair white bloom,
And roses shed a rich perfume,
And vines with twining tendrils crowned
The Sepulchre.
And roses shed a rich perfume,
And vines with twining tendrils crowned
The Sepulchre.
Approach, my soul, without a sound,
But let all peaceful thoughts abound:
This place is potent to illume
The dimness of thy mortal doom,
And spread a wreath of hope around
The Sepulchre.
But let all peaceful thoughts abound:
This place is potent to illume
The dimness of thy mortal doom,
And spread a wreath of hope around
The Sepulchre.
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