@3He that was dead rose up and spoke@1 -- He spoke! Was it of that majestic world unknown? Those words, which first the bier's dread silence broke, Came they with revelation in each tone? Were the far cities of the nations gone, The solemn halls of consciousness or sleep, For man uncurtained by that spirit lone, Back from their portal summoned o'er the deep? Be hushed, my soul! the veil of darkness lay Still drawn: thy Lord called back the voice departed To spread His truth, to comfort His weak-hearted, Not to reveal the mysteries of its way. Oh! take that lesson home in silent faith, Put on submissive strength, to @3meet@1, not @3question@1, death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING by JOHN DONNE TIMES GO BY TURNS by ROBERT SOUTHWELL INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TINY HAT UPON THE BROW by LEVI BISHOP A PRAYER FOR A LITTLE HOME by FLORENCE BONE I HAVE COME REMEMBERING by LORENE BYRNES BURNS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 13. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |