WEEP for the early lost! -- How many flowers were mingled in the crown Thus, with the lovely, to the grave gone down, E'en when life promised most, How many hopes have withered -- they that bow To Heaven's dread will, feel all its mysteries now. Did the young mother's eye, Behold her child, and close upon the day, Ere from its glance the awakening spirit's ray In sunshine could reply? -- Then look for clouds to dim the fairest morn! Oh! strong is faith, if woe like this be borne. For there is hushed on earth A voice of gladness -- there is veiled a face, Whose parting leaves a dark and silent place, By the once-joyous hearth A smile hath passed, which filled its home with light, A soul, whose beauty made that smile so bright! But there is power with faith! Power, e'en though nature o'er the untimely grave Must weep, when God resumes the gem He gave; For sorrow comes of Death, And with a yearning heart we linger on, When they, whose glance unlocked its founts, are gone! But glory from the dust, And praise to Him, the merciful, for those On whose bright memory love may still repose, With an immortal trust! Praise for the dead, who leave us, when they part, Such hope as she hath left -- "the pure in heart." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS A BETTER RESURRECTION by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |