ONE more gravestone—one more heart Cold and still has found relief, From the joy and bitter smart, From the wrath of other's grief. Where the ash is strewn about Lies the dear old fiddle lone And the crazy song rang out With a sudden sound of moan. Strong and earnest, unafraid Rose the song clear and high. Ring the bell—the piece is played! Hushed the laughter, hushed the cry. In the land where, free from pain, Thou, dear soul, art gone to live, One assurance still retain All the comfort we can give. This, while yet there lives a Jew, Through the many coming years Shall thy songs be sung anew Some with laughter, some with tears. Sleep thou spirit sweet and rare, Where the leaves of life are shed! Thine own songs shall be the Pray'r Spoke in blessing o'er the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING FIRST NEWS FROM VILLAFRANCA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: THE CLERGYMAN'S FIRST TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |