Let the bell toll! another soul Has passed the Stygian river, Without a fear, without a tear, 'Twas rendered to the Giver! To God's high throne that young heart's moan "In pity, spare!" ascended,— Now spared the woe that reigns below, That mournful prayer is ended. Sorrow and doom, and fear and gloom, No more within its vision; It now doth raise soft hymns of praise In happiness Elysian! A distant strand, a foreign land Received his parting sigh,— A mournful fate and desolate So far from home to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 11. TO EDWARD THOMAS, WITH A PLAY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE DOUBTER'S PRAYER by ANNE BRONTE KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 4. EARLY LOVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |