Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile! Again shall Elia's smile Refresh thy heart, where heart can ache no more. What is it we deplore? He leaves behind him, freed from griefs and years, Far worthier things than tears. The love of friends without a single foe: Unequalled lot below! His gentle soul, his genius, these are thine; For these dost thou repine? He may have left the lowly walks of men; Left them he has; what then? Are not his footsteps followed by the eyes Of all the good and wise? Tho' the warm day is over, yet they seek Upon the lofty peak Of his pure mind the roseate light that glows O'er death's perennial snows. Behold him! from the region of the blest He speaks: he bids thee rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SANCHO SANCHEZ by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LIFE EFFECTUAL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER CATTERSKILL FALLS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TWILIGHT'S IN THE CORNERS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |