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Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||
LXIII. BARON.
Like Autumn leaves our pets drop one by one
From out our sight, as we ourselves draw near
Life's final goal.—Forgive, then, if a tear
Bedew the sod where sleeps a favourite gone.
From out our sight, as we ourselves draw near
Life's final goal.—Forgive, then, if a tear
Bedew the sod where sleeps a favourite gone.
His form was faultless—truth, love, duty shone
In his mild eye.—Still ringing in my ear
A voice, that voice, sounds “Baron, Baron, here!”
And he, in wildest mood, would heed its tone.
In his mild eye.—Still ringing in my ear
A voice, that voice, sounds “Baron, Baron, here!”
And he, in wildest mood, would heed its tone.
Is there no heaven for such fidelity?
Like that wherein the untutor'd Indian dreamt
“His faithful dog might bear him company,”
Like that wherein the untutor'd Indian dreamt
“His faithful dog might bear him company,”
From all the torturing ills of life exempt?
Say, what is instinct,—what the immortal mind
Of mortal man? what conscience? how defined?
Say, what is instinct,—what the immortal mind
Of mortal man? what conscience? how defined?
1861. C. L.
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