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A. B.
[Oh! call not this an unregarded grave]
Oh! call not this an unregarded grave,
Where innocence, and youth, and beauty lie
Secure from sorrow and the things that die
And perish—powerless themselves to save.
Where innocence, and youth, and beauty lie
Secure from sorrow and the things that die
And perish—powerless themselves to save.
Nor blame me, if to soothe my sorrows deep,
Yea in my troubled spirit, and the strife
And conflict moving betwixt death and life,
I built a sacred grotto for her sleep.
Yea in my troubled spirit, and the strife
And conflict moving betwixt death and life,
I built a sacred grotto for her sleep.
I thought of the small pearl who loves to dwell
(Such dreams would cross the weak, afflicted heart),
So that the gentle creature could not part,
With the small palace of its lonely shell.
(Such dreams would cross the weak, afflicted heart),
So that the gentle creature could not part,
With the small palace of its lonely shell.
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I thought of the soft star, whose dewy ray,
Mid clouds and covering darkness slept unknown,
At length, on wings of light away hath flown,
And rose, and brighten'd to eternal day.
Mid clouds and covering darkness slept unknown,
At length, on wings of light away hath flown,
And rose, and brighten'd to eternal day.
And so within Earth's gentle bosom slept
This little Saint, and I my grief beguil'd,
For that I placed the pure and spotless child
Where all sweet works of nature o'er her wept.
This little Saint, and I my grief beguil'd,
For that I placed the pure and spotless child
Where all sweet works of nature o'er her wept.
Then said I—“I will strive as duty can,
Burying my grief forlorn, my earthly pain;
Forgive them! oh! forgive, my sorrows vain,
Thou, the great Master of the mind of man.”
Burying my grief forlorn, my earthly pain;
Forgive them! oh! forgive, my sorrows vain,
Thou, the great Master of the mind of man.”
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