O THOU! whose steps in sacred reverence tread These lone dominions of the silent dead; On this sad stone a pious look bestow, Nor uninstructed read this tale of woe; And while the sigh of sorrow heaves thy breast, Let each rebellious murmur be suppress'd; Heaven's hidden ways to trace, for us how vain! Heaven's wise decrees, how impious to arraign! Pure from the stains of a polluted age, In early bloom of life they left the stage: Not doom'd in lingering woe to waste their breath, One moment snatch'd them from the power of Death: They lived united, and united died; Happy the friends whom Death cannot divide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRIT OF POETRY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM |