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The lost pleiad ; and other poems

Chivers, T. H. (1809-1858)

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THE LOST PLEIAD:

TO MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN.

THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER.

THE WIFE'S LAMENT FOR HER HUSBAND LOST AT SEA.

TO ONE IN HEAVEN.

THE GEORGIAN CAPTIVE.

APOSTROPHE TO TIME.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE IN HEAVEN.

THE SOUL'S DESTINY.

TO MY FIRST-BORN IN HEAVEN.

ON THE DEATH OF MY FIRST-BORN.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE HEAVENLY VISION.

TO SHAKSPEARE DYING.

MY SOUL'S JEWEL.

THE SALUTATION.

SONNET.—TO ISA SLEEPING.

SONNET.—THE HUSBAND'S REQUEST.

SONNET.—ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE POET'S LOVE OF FAME.

SONG TO ISA.

SONNET.—MY MOTHER'S LOVE.

SONNET.—DEATH.

THE PARTING APPEAL.

AWAKE FROM THY SLUMBERS.

THE VOICE OF MY DELIGHT.

THE DYING POET.

SONG TO ISA IN HEAVEN.

SONNET.—MEMORY.

SONNET.—THE DYING HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE.

THE VOICELESS EARTH.

SONNET.—ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

SONNET.—THE GRAVE.

THE CONFESSIONAL.

OH, BREAK THE HARP!

THE EVENING LAND.

ON HEARING VON WEBER'S LAST WALTZ.

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD.

GOD DWELLS IN LIGHT.

ON HEARING A LADY SING.

TO MARION IN HEAVEN.

TO A LADY SINGING.

THE SERENADER'S SONG.

SONG TO A FALSE ONE.

THE POETRY OF LOVE, JOY, AND GRIEF.

TO A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL.

SONG TO SPRING.

THE DEATH OF JEFFERSON.

THE INVOCATION.

A LONGING TO KNOW.

THE CHERISHED FLOWER.

TO ONE FAR AWAY.

THE SPIRIT'S YEARNINGS.

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SONG TO ISA.

“For while I sit with thee, I seem in Heaven.”—
Milton.

Why should I mourn, or weep, or sigh,
For that Bright World to be,
Where all my tears shall be wiped dry—
When here on earth, before I die,
I see that Heaven in thee?

If Heaven be here on earth with me,
Then I can never die;
Or, having died, as it may be,
I am to dwell, henceforth, with thee
In immortality.

Then let thy pensive head recline
Upon this peaceful breast;
For, being thus absorbed in thine,
My soul now seems in Heaven to shine
A saint among the blest.

Oaky Grove, Ga., Dec. 4th, 1844.