Pure spirit! O where art thou now! O whisper to my soul! O let some soothing thought of thee, This bitter grief controul! 'Tis not for thee the tears I shed, Thy sufferings now are o'er; The sea is calm, the tempest past, On that eternal shore. No more the storms that wrecked thy peace Shall tear that gentle breast; Nor Summer's rage, nor Winter's cold, Thy poor, poor frame molest. Thy peace is sealed, thy rest is sure, My sorrows are to come; Awhile I weep and linger here, Then follow to the tomb. And is the awful veil withdrawn, That shrouds from mortal eyes, In deep impenetrable gloom, The secrets of the skies? O, in some dream of visioned bliss, Some trance of rapture, show Where, on the bosom of thy God, Thou rest'st from human woe! Thence may thy pure devotion's flame On me, on me descend; To me thy strong aspiring hopes, Thy faith, thy fervours lend. Let these my lonely path illume, And teach my weakened mind To welcome all that's left of good, To all that's lost resigned. Farewell! With honour, peace, and love, Be thy dear memory blest! Thou hast no tears for me to shed, When I too am at rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL FROM THE GREATER TESTAMENT (XXII, XXIII, AND XXVI) by FRANCOIS VILLON THE DARK MAN by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |