A shepherd sleeps where this fair tombstone stands, Who made on this wild hill his fixt abode - Who grasped in love the drunkard's trembling hands, And touched his heavy heart with thoughts of God; He taught his flock by deeds and words and books; The peace of many a sobered hearth he shared: And many a sottish aspect was prepared By hope in death, to answer the bright looks Of their upbearing angels! Bless his name, Who purged your grandsires' lives, and still controls Your own, and saves you from remorse and shame; O happy race! to you in them he came! O deep infolded blessing! which unrolls From sire to son - a charter for your souls! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |