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 | Specimens of American poetry |  |
366
AT MUSING HOUR.
At musing hour of twilight gray,
When silence reigns around,
I love to walk the churchyard way,
To me 't is holy ground.
When silence reigns around,
I love to walk the churchyard way,
To me 't is holy ground.
To me, congenial is the place
Where yew and cypress grow;
I love the moss-grown stone to trace,
That tells who lies below.
Where yew and cypress grow;
I love the moss-grown stone to trace,
That tells who lies below.
And, as the lonely spot I pass
Where weary ones repose,
I think, like them, how soon alas!
My pilgrimage will close.
Where weary ones repose,
I think, like them, how soon alas!
My pilgrimage will close.
Like them, I think, when I am gone,
And soundly sleep as they,
Alike unnoticed, and unknown,
Shall pass my name away.
And soundly sleep as they,
Alike unnoticed, and unknown,
Shall pass my name away.
Yet ah! and let me lightly tread!
She sleeps beneath this stone
That would have soothed my dying bed,
And wept for me when gone!
She sleeps beneath this stone
That would have soothed my dying bed,
And wept for me when gone!
Her image—'t is to memory dear—
That clings around my heart,
And makes me fondly linger here,
Unwilling to depart.
That clings around my heart,
And makes me fondly linger here,
Unwilling to depart.
| Specimens of American poetry | |