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 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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SUPPLICAMUS
1864
O laggard Sun! make haste to wake
From her long trance the slumbering earth;
Make haste this icy spell to break,
That she may give new glories birth!
From her long trance the slumbering earth;
Make haste this icy spell to break,
That she may give new glories birth!
O April rain! so soft, so warm,
Bounteous in blessing, rich in gifts,
Drop tenderly upon her form,
And bathe the forehead she uplifts.
Bounteous in blessing, rich in gifts,
Drop tenderly upon her form,
And bathe the forehead she uplifts.
O springing grass! make haste to run
With swift feet o'er the meadows bare;
O'er hill and dale, through forest dun,
And where the wandering brooklets are!
With swift feet o'er the meadows bare;
O'er hill and dale, through forest dun,
And where the wandering brooklets are!
O sweet wild flowers! the darksome mould
Hasten with subtle strength to rift;
Serene in beauty, meek yet bold,
Your fair brows to the sunlight lift!
Hasten with subtle strength to rift;
Serene in beauty, meek yet bold,
Your fair brows to the sunlight lift!
O haste ye all! for far away
In lonely beds our heroes sleep,
O'er which no wife may ever pray,
Nor child nor mother ever weep.
In lonely beds our heroes sleep,
O'er which no wife may ever pray,
Nor child nor mother ever weep.
No quaintly carved memorial stone
May tell us that their ashes lie
Where southern pines make solemn moan,
And wailing winds give sad reply.
May tell us that their ashes lie
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And wailing winds give sad reply.
But deep in dreary, lonesome shades,
On many a barren, sandy plain,
By rock pass, in tangled glades,
And by the rolling, restless main;
On many a barren, sandy plain,
By rock pass, in tangled glades,
And by the rolling, restless main;
By rushing stream, by silent lake,
Uncoffined in their lowly graves,
Until the earth's last morn shall break,
Must sleep our unforgotten braves!
Uncoffined in their lowly graves,
Until the earth's last morn shall break,
Must sleep our unforgotten braves!
O sun! O rain! O gentle dew!
O fresh young grass, and opening flowers!
With yearning hearts we leave to you
The holy task that should be ours!
O fresh young grass, and opening flowers!
With yearning hearts we leave to you
The holy task that should be ours!
Light up the darkling forest's gloom;
Cover the bare, unsightly clay
With tenderest verdure, with the bloom,
The beauty and perfume of May!
Cover the bare, unsightly clay
With tenderest verdure, with the bloom,
The beauty and perfume of May!
O sweet blue violets! softly creep
Beside the slumbering warrior's bed;
O roses! let your red hearts leap
For joy your rarest sweets to shed;
Beside the slumbering warrior's bed;
O roses! let your red hearts leap
For joy your rarest sweets to shed;
O humble mosses! such as make
New England's woods and pastures fair,
Over each mound, for Love's sweet sake,
Spread your soft folds with tender care.
New England's woods and pastures fair,
Over each mound, for Love's sweet sake,
Spread your soft folds with tender care.
Dear Nature, to your loving breast
Clasp our dead heroes! In your arms
Sweet be their sleep, serene their rest,
Unmoved by Battle's loud alarms!
Clasp our dead heroes! In your arms
Sweet be their sleep, serene their rest,
Unmoved by Battle's loud alarms!
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