 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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THE SAD RETURN.
Behold, they return on the dark, wailing water,
Their sighs heaving warm o'er the cold, swelling tide!
The parents come weeping; but where is the daughter?
The bridegroom comes mournful! O, where is the bride?
Their sighs heaving warm o'er the cold, swelling tide!
The parents come weeping; but where is the daughter?
The bridegroom comes mournful! O, where is the bride?
A few moons ago, on the same rolling ocean,
The three now so sad, were the bright envied four,
With her, who received, after God, their devotion,
And passed, a glad group, to a far foreign shore.
The three now so sad, were the bright envied four,
With her, who received, after God, their devotion,
And passed, a glad group, to a far foreign shore.
And have they there left, in the land of the stranger,
The joy of their circle—their heart's dearest gem?
Ah no! not behind them, alone, nor in danger;
Her soul is in heaven; her dust is with them!
The joy of their circle—their heart's dearest gem?
Ah no! not behind them, alone, nor in danger;
Her soul is in heaven; her dust is with them!
The casket is all to the many, who mourn her,
That now they restore in earth's bosom to rest;
A jewel unsullied, the angels have borne her
To shine, as a star, in the world of the blest.
That now they restore in earth's bosom to rest;
A jewel unsullied, the angels have borne her
To shine, as a star, in the world of the blest.
Then, mourner, arise! through the clouds gathered o'er thee,
Let faith raise thy heart from sorrow and gloom,
To her, who hath passed into glory before thee,
And left death and darkness behind to the tomb!
Let faith raise thy heart from sorrow and gloom,
To her, who hath passed into glory before thee,
And left death and darkness behind to the tomb!
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