Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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XXII. TO THE PLUMES ON A HEARSE.
Ye sable plumes,
That soft and tremulous,
Like foliage of Norwegia's sombre pine,
Wave in the listless breeze!
That soft and tremulous,
Like foliage of Norwegia's sombre pine,
Wave in the listless breeze!
Within your depth
Of dim funereal shades,
That to my brooding thought gigantic grow,
What grisly spectres dwell!
Of dim funereal shades,
That to my brooding thought gigantic grow,
What grisly spectres dwell!
E'en as I gaze,
I seem their forms to see,
Through your recesses of umbrageous gloom
In silence gliding by;—
I seem their forms to see,
Through your recesses of umbrageous gloom
In silence gliding by;—
Sickness and Pain!
And unrepented Guilt!
Pale Disappointment, haggard Misery!
Despair with wringing hands!
And unrepented Guilt!
Pale Disappointment, haggard Misery!
Despair with wringing hands!
Terror, Remorse!
Bereavement dumb with woe!
And agonising Grief that vainly wails
And will not be consoled!
Bereavement dumb with woe!
And agonising Grief that vainly wails
And will not be consoled!
Avaunt, avaunt!
Ye phantoms of the grave!
I sign me with the Cross! Your power is nought!
In vain, in vain, ye try
Ye phantoms of the grave!
I sign me with the Cross! Your power is nought!
In vain, in vain, ye try
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To fright the soul,
To whom her Lord is nigh;
Who, fix'd in Him, resolved for Him to live,
In Him exults to die!
To whom her Lord is nigh;
Who, fix'd in Him, resolved for Him to live,
In Him exults to die!
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