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How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner, And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear; When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming, When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming, Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming, And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear. Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave, Or summer succeed to the winter of death? Rest awhle, hapless victim! and Heaven will save The spirit that hath faded away with the breath. Eternity points, in its amaranth bower Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lour, Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower, When woe fades away like the mist of the heath. |
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![]() When Death to Either shall come WHEN Death to either shall come,—
I pray it be first to me,— Be happy as ever at home, If so, as I wish, it be. Possess thy heart, my own; And sing to the child on thy knee, Or read to thyself alone The songs that I made for thee. Robert Bridges |
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tis mortal these our bodies
tis normal this our end the tide of time changed by none why cry over tears spillled some This madness will never end this banter of bards to never end Go in peace Rest in peace For that is all there is in the End.
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