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Lines
To --- On the Death of His Friend
“Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was,
And the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.”
And the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.”
She sleeps not where the gladsome Earth
Its dark green growth of verdure waves;
And where the wind's low whispering mirth
Steals o'er the silent graves.
Its dark green growth of verdure waves;
And where the wind's low whispering mirth
Steals o'er the silent graves.
She sleeps not where the wild rose lends
Its fragrance to the morning air;
And where thy form at evening bends
To raise the voice of prayer.
Its fragrance to the morning air;
And where thy form at evening bends
To raise the voice of prayer.
She sleeps not where the wandering wing
Of weary bird will oft repose;
And bid Death's lonely dwelling ring
With joy, at day's still close.
Of weary bird will oft repose;
And bid Death's lonely dwelling ring
With joy, at day's still close.
She sleeps not there—the wild flower's blush
Would kindle up her closed eye;
She could not hear sweet music's gush
Pass all unheeded by.
Would kindle up her closed eye;
She could not hear sweet music's gush
Pass all unheeded by.
Vain, vain would Earth call forth again
Her children from their narrow bed;
The soul that drank her joyous strain
Has fled, forever fled!
Her children from their narrow bed;
The soul that drank her joyous strain
Has fled, forever fled!
The spirit's robe she gave is there,
Where leans the wild flower's cheek of bloom,
Where rises oft thy voice of prayer,
The spirit has no tomb!
Where leans the wild flower's cheek of bloom,
Where rises oft thy voice of prayer,
The spirit has no tomb!
Poem No. 419; 10 June 1835
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