GREEN as Machpelah's honored field, Where Jacob and where Leah lie, Where Sharon's shrubs their roses yield, And Carmel's branches wave on high; So honored, so adorned, so green, Young martyr! shall thy grave be seen. O! how unlike the bloody bed, Where pride and passion seek to lie; Where faith is not, where hope can shed No tear of holy sympathy! There withering thoughts shall drop around, In dampness on the lonely mound. On Jordan's weeping willow trees, Another holy harp is hung: It murmurs in as soft a breeze, As e'er from Gilead's balm was flung, When Judah's tears, in Babel's stream Dropped, and when "Zion was their theme." So may the harp of Gabriel sound In the high heaven, to welcome thee, When, rising from the holy ground Of Nazareth and Galilee, The saints of God shall take their flight, In rapture, to the realms of light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE SONNET: 54 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MISS MILLY O'NAIRE by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER |