Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE SAILOR'S GRAVE.
Rest! rest! we give thee to a glorious grave,
That nobly suits the breathless martyred brave,
Above it—streaming flags of Freedom wave
For evermore!
That nobly suits the breathless martyred brave,
Above it—streaming flags of Freedom wave
For evermore!
Our England's War-ships o'er thy bed shall ride
And tower, a moment's monument of Pride,
O'er thee ensepulchred in the ancient tide—
Far—far from shore!
And tower, a moment's monument of Pride,
O'er thee ensepulchred in the ancient tide—
Far—far from shore!
Rest, nor less soundly sweetly calmly rest,
For that above thee many a billowy crest,
Points in the tempest's hour to Heaven's broad breast,
Thy Spirit's goal.
For that above thee many a billowy crest,
Points in the tempest's hour to Heaven's broad breast,
Thy Spirit's goal.
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Nature reigns round thee awfully supreme,
Around, above thy sleep without a dream!
And through the thunderbolt, or on the beam
Breathes Truth's great Soul!
Around, above thy sleep without a dream!
And through the thunderbolt, or on the beam
Breathes Truth's great Soul!
Rest in the stillness of thy lone repose!
Unheeding of all human friends and foes,
Mayst thou remain till that pure Star that rose
Of old, shall rise!
Unheeding of all human friends and foes,
Mayst thou remain till that pure Star that rose
Of old, shall rise!
The Star of our Salvation more than bright,
Whose ray shall spread—a boundless Heaven of Light,
And banish everlastingly the Night
From Earth and Skies.
Whose ray shall spread—a boundless Heaven of Light,
And banish everlastingly the Night
From Earth and Skies.
Then mayst thou lift thy long-unconscious head
From forth thy hollow-sounding hoary bed,
And join thy brethren, th' Earth's unshrouded Dead,
Raised from their sleep.
From forth thy hollow-sounding hoary bed,
And join thy brethren, th' Earth's unshrouded Dead,
Raised from their sleep.
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Thousands and tens of thousands shall arise,
It matters little whence, if the opening Skies
Receive them, to the joy that never dies—
From Earth or Deep!
It matters little whence, if the opening Skies
Receive them, to the joy that never dies—
From Earth or Deep!
Rest, brave and gentle one, in Ocean rest,
And be thy slumber of the billows blest—
Of perfect peace—'mid storms thou art possessed,
Oh! senseless clay!
And be thy slumber of the billows blest—
Of perfect peace—'mid storms thou art possessed,
Oh! senseless clay!
Lo! we commit thee to these waters wide—
Awaiting the hour when thou and we aside
Shall cast Death's bonds—(for Death must all betide)
On Heaven's great day!
Awaiting the hour when thou and we aside
Shall cast Death's bonds—(for Death must all betide)
On Heaven's great day!
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