PEACE to the tenants of the tomb Whom oft we met in hall and bower, Peace to the buried friends with whom We shared the charm of Music's hour; Tho' dead, they are not mute, for still Does memory wake some favoured strain That makes our yearning bosoms thrill As if they lived and sang again. Health to the friends we still possess; O! long and often may we meet, Our yet remaining years to bless With Music's pleasures pure and sweet; And praises to the power divine That gave to man the precious boon, Which make's life's social evening shine As brightly as its morn and noon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG LILIES: 7. BEHIND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE COMPLAINT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT POEM TO NEGRO AND WHITES by MAXWELL BODENHEIM WOOING IN A DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON THE RAKE'S PROGRESS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |