THOU, that canst gaze upon thine own fair boy, And hear his prayer's low murmur at thy knee, And o'er his slumber bend in breathless joy, Come to this tomb! -- it hath a voice for thee! Pray! Thou art blest -- ask strength for sorrow's hour: Love, deep as thine, lays here its broken flower. Thou that art gathering from the smile of youth Thy thousand hopes, rejoicing to behold All the heart's depths before thee bright with truth, All the mind's treasures silently unfold, Look on this tomb! -- for thee, too, speaks the grave, Where God hath sealed the fount of hope he gave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL BILLY IN THE DARBIES, FR. BILLY BUDD by HERMAN MELVILLE AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT IN IMITATION OF HORACE by APHRA BEHN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 67 by BLISS CARMAN |