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STANZAS,
INDUCED BY THE CIRCUMSTANCE OF A SINGLE DROP OF RAIN, HAVING FALLEN AS THE AUTHOR WAS ENTERING THE UNDER AISLE OF THE CHAPEL CONSECRATED TO THE DEAD.
Soft was the drop, and seemed to flow
From heaven—as if an angels eye,
Gazing upon this form of woe,
Had melted to its murmured sigh.
From heaven—as if an angels eye,
Gazing upon this form of woe,
Had melted to its murmured sigh.
Cold was the tear, and cold it fell,
Where never hope, nor life, shall warm;
Since sepulchred those graces dwell—
Which gave to life and hope their charm!
Where never hope, nor life, shall warm;
Since sepulchred those graces dwell—
Which gave to life and hope their charm!
Region of tears! thy echoing aisle,
No strains but grief has ever known,
Fearful it freezes nature's smile,
And looks on misery alone!
No strains but grief has ever known,
Fearful it freezes nature's smile,
And looks on misery alone!
Why does the desperate mourner call
On thee—in many an accent wild?
Deaf is thy cold and clammy wall—
Dead as the passions of her child.
On thee—in many an accent wild?
Deaf is thy cold and clammy wall—
Dead as the passions of her child.
Yet the sweet seraph peace is here,
Lost to the world, she dwells with thee;
And gives from heaven an angel's tear,
To shed its pitying dew on me.
Lost to the world, she dwells with thee;
And gives from heaven an angel's tear,
To shed its pitying dew on me.
Spirit of him my soul adored!
When will this bosom rest with thine!
No more thy living woes deplored,
Shalt thou and happiness be mine?
When will this bosom rest with thine!
No more thy living woes deplored,
Shalt thou and happiness be mine?
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