Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights A Gift of Love for the Beautiful |
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LAMENT FOR MARY IN HEAVEN. |
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LAMENT FOR MARY IN HEAVEN.
Death, the sweet sleep of the weary—
(Ah! its pang is momentary—)
Thou dost feel it not, sweet Mary!
In that dark, cold grave of thine!
Where thy body is reclining,
While thy soul above is shining—
(And mine own is left here pining—)
As a Star in Heaven doth shine!
Care Maria, vale!
(Ah! its pang is momentary—)
Thou dost feel it not, sweet Mary!
In that dark, cold grave of thine!
Where thy body is reclining,
While thy soul above is shining—
(And mine own is left here pining—)
As a Star in Heaven doth shine!
Care Maria, vale!
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Though thou art in Heaven above me,
Yet, on earth you used to love me;
And this thought doth often move me,
When my life is turned to wo!
When I think of thine in gladness,
All my soul is turned to sadness—
Goaded almost on to madness—
That mine own cannot be so!
Care Maria, vale!
Yet, on earth you used to love me;
And this thought doth often move me,
When my life is turned to wo!
When I think of thine in gladness,
All my soul is turned to sadness—
Goaded almost on to madness—
That mine own cannot be so!
Care Maria, vale!
For thy soul dwelt in thy features,
Thou most perfect of God's creatures!
As His Spirit dwells in Nature's—
Now in Heaven among the blest!
While my soul is left here weeping
At the grave where thou art sleeping,
While the worms are on thee creeping—
Would to God that I had rest!
Care Maria, vale!
Thou most perfect of God's creatures!
As His Spirit dwells in Nature's—
Now in Heaven among the blest!
While my soul is left here weeping
At the grave where thou art sleeping,
While the worms are on thee creeping—
Would to God that I had rest!
Care Maria, vale!
Villa Allegra, Ga., June 10, 1842.
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