"THE Fathers are in dust, yet live to God:" -- So says the Truth; as if the motionless clay Still held the seeds of life beneath the sod, Smouldering and struggling till the judgment-day. And hence we learn with reverence to esteem Of these frail houses, though the grave confines; Sophist may urge his cunning tests, and deem That they are earth; -- but they are heavenly shrines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN KEATS' 'ENDYMION' by THOMAS HOOD ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD AN AUTUMN NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |