MORAVIANS their minstrelsy bring The death-bed with music to smooth: So you, lovely comforter, sing My pangs of departure to soothe! You sing -- but my silent adieu A sorrow still keener will prove: You lose but @3one friend who loves you@1, How @3many I lose whom I love!@1 When we go from each pleasure refined, Which the sense or the soul can receive With no hope in our wanderings to find One ray of the sunshine we leave: An adieu should in utterance die, Or if written, but faintly appear; Only heard thro' the burst of a sigh, Only read thro' the blot of a tear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE GRASS by SARAH ROBERTS BOYLE THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY THE ASS IN THE LION'S SKIN by AESOP EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |