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THE TOMB by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY

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First Line: THIS IS THE PARTING PLACE; THIS NARROW HOUSE
Last Line: A PILGRIM AT HEAVEN'S GATE.
Subject(s): HEAVEN; PARADISE;
"So parted they; the angel up to Heaven,
And Adam to his bower."
MILTON.

THIS is the parting place; this narrow house,
With its turf roof and marble door, where none
Have entered and returned. If earth's poor gold
E'er clave unto thee, here unlade thyself;
For thou didst bring none with thee to this world
Nor may'st thou bear it hence. Honors hast thou,
Ambition's shadowy gatherings? Shred them loose
To the four winds, their natural element.
Yea, more, thou must unclasp the living ties
Of strong affection. Hast thou nurtured babes?
And was each wailing from their feeble lip
A thorn to pierce thee? every infant smile,
And budding hope, a spring of ecstacy?
Turn, turn away, for thou henceforth to them
A parent art no more? Wert thou a wife?
And was the arm on which thy spirit leaned
Faithful in all thy need? Yet must thou leave
This fond protection, and pursue alone
Thy shuddering pathway down the vale of death.
Friendship's free intercourse -- the promised joys
Of soul-implanted, soul-confiding love,
The cherished sympathies which every year
Struck some new root within thy yielding breast,
Stand loose from all, thou lonely voyager
Unto the land of spirits.
Yea, even more!
Lay down thy body! Hast thou worshipped it
With vanity's sweet incense, and wild waste
Of precious time? Did beauty bring it gifts,
The lily brow, the full resplendent eye,
The tress, the bloom, the grace, whose magic power
Woke man's idolatry? Oh lay it down,
Earth's reptile banqueters have need of it.
Still may'st thou bear, o'er Jordan's stormy wave,
One blessed trophy; if thy life hath striven
By penitence and faith such boon to gain,
The victor palm of Christ's atoning love: --
And this shall win thee entrance when thou stand'st
A pilgrim at Heaven's gate.



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