AMID these aisles, where once his precepts show'd The Heavenward pathway which in life he trod, This simple tablet marks a Father's bier, And those he loved in life, in death are near; For him, for them, a Daughter bade it rise, Memorial of domestic charities. Still wouldst thou know why o'er the marble spread, In female grace the willow droops her head; Why on her branches, silent and unstrung, The minstrel harp is emblematic hung; What poet's voice is smother'd here in dust Till waked to join the chorus of the just, -- Lo! one brief line an answer sad supplies, Honour'd, beloved, and mourn'd, here Seward lies; Her worth, her warmth of heart, let friendship say, -- Go seek her genius in her living lay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU ON HEARING OF INTENTION .. TO PURCHASE THE POET'S FREEDOM by GEORGE MOSES HORTON EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE OUR PASSWORD by ISIDORE G. ASCHER SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |