The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott Edited by his Son Edwin Elliott ... A New and Revised Edition: Two Volumes |
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 | The Poetical Works of Ebenezer Elliott |  |
No friendly neighbour, in his sad attire,
Came to see Thamar in his last home laid:
Who soothed the children? Who bewail'd the sire?—
All shunn'd the house proscribed. But Eber made,
Beneath the loftiest tree that crown'd the steep,
His brother's narrow bed of lasting sleep,
And hallow'd it with curses: low and dread,
He mutter'd threats of vengeance o'er the dead.
No solemn priest the ritual grand intoned;
No mournful bell toll'd for the doom of all;
But o'er his lifeless form Affection moan'd,
And kings might envy Thamar's funeral:
Borne to the grave by all he loved in life,
Around him wept, son, daughter, brother, wife!
And Timna raised the sweetest voice that e'er
Was heard beneath the azure canopy:—
“Rest, woe-worn man, that knew'st nor crime, nor fear!
Sweet after toil is rest. Thou now art free,
Enfranchised slave! Full well thy task is done;
Although the fateful work is but begun!”
Came to see Thamar in his last home laid:
Who soothed the children? Who bewail'd the sire?—
All shunn'd the house proscribed. But Eber made,
Beneath the loftiest tree that crown'd the steep,
His brother's narrow bed of lasting sleep,
And hallow'd it with curses: low and dread,
He mutter'd threats of vengeance o'er the dead.
No solemn priest the ritual grand intoned;
No mournful bell toll'd for the doom of all;
But o'er his lifeless form Affection moan'd,
And kings might envy Thamar's funeral:
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Around him wept, son, daughter, brother, wife!
And Timna raised the sweetest voice that e'er
Was heard beneath the azure canopy:—
“Rest, woe-worn man, that knew'st nor crime, nor fear!
Sweet after toil is rest. Thou now art free,
Enfranchised slave! Full well thy task is done;
Although the fateful work is but begun!”
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