 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
We sought, advance to that recesses end;
And shining monuments of forgotten dead;
If we some name might read; on whose grave-stone;
Sing little birds loves hymns, in living World;
And Summer-blossoms strews some kindly wind,
Breathed gently from above; their green earthmounds.
And shining monuments of forgotten dead;
If we some name might read; on whose grave-stone;
Sing little birds loves hymns, in living World;
And Summer-blossoms strews some kindly wind,
Breathed gently from above; their green earthmounds.
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But us forbade to tarry Herthas Voice,
Which companied with us. Reverent only might
We sálute them from far; sighing, Rest in Peace!
Which companied with us. Reverent only might
We sálute them from far; sighing, Rest in Peace!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |