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Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||
XXI.
Here, where the night-breeze moans like a distant knell,
I would hold converse with my kindred dead,
And shape them to mine eye, as when they fled
To the pure clime where righteous spirits dwell:
I would hold converse with my kindred dead,
And shape them to mine eye, as when they fled
To the pure clime where righteous spirits dwell:
Imagination work thy mightiest spell—
My Sire appears, light, such as sun-beams shed
On vernal showers, enwreathes his sainted head,
He seems to say—Son! guard thy Mother well.
My Sire appears, light, such as sun-beams shed
On vernal showers, enwreathes his sainted head,
He seems to say—Son! guard thy Mother well.
Sisters! ye too do leave your heaven awhile,
For this brief moment surely were ye spared,
To teach me how above the Angels smile:
For this brief moment surely were ye spared,
To teach me how above the Angels smile:
Brothers! with whom life's joys and pains were shared,
I mark the import of that warning style,
Lips never plainlier spake,—“Be thou prepared.”
I mark the import of that warning style,
Lips never plainlier spake,—“Be thou prepared.”
Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||