'TIS sweet to think the spirits of the blest, May hover round the virtuous man's repose; And oft in visions animate his breast, And scenes of bright beatitude disclose. The ministers of Heaven with pure controul, May bid his sorrow and emotion cease; Inspire the pious fervour of his soul, And whisper to his bosom hallowed peace. Ah! tender thought, that oft with sweet relief, May charm the bosom of a weeping friend.; Beguile with magic power the tear of grief, And pensive pleasure with devotion blend; While oft he fancies music sweetly faint, The airy lay of some departed saint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A TIME TO TALK by ROBERT FROST THE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A CONVENT WITHOUT GOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |