Southern garland . ILENT, silent, when the dawnThrough the ashen room is drawn,And it lingers on thy face,Counterfeiting a fled grace ! As the shadows slip awayTo the meadow of the day,Does not thy persistent heartYearn to all its wonted part? All the fond, vibrating barsFrom the flame of viewless starsWill not ope the fretted lidWhere thy lovely soul w^as hid. Though thou liest there so stillGod has show^n thee all His His universe is wholeUnto thy expanding soul. Thou hast fled from love and children here aloneStumble for the lamp of loveThou didst bring them from above.
Southern garland . ILENT, silent, when the dawnThrough the ashen room is drawn,And it lingers on thy face,Counterfeiting a fled grace ! As the shadows slip awayTo the meadow of the day,Does not thy persistent heartYearn to all its wonted part? All the fond, vibrating barsFrom the flame of viewless starsWill not ope the fretted lidWhere thy lovely soul w^as hid. Though thou liest there so stillGod has show^n thee all His His universe is wholeUnto thy expanding soul. Thou hast fled from love and children here aloneStumble for the lamp of loveThou didst bring them from above. ^ ODE the JREAK as all vows of love that unabides, ^^ ^** Roll on thy strand the slow, smooth archthat gleamsWith fettered magic of the girdling tidesAnd the ungathered glories of youthsdreams;Pierce thy green depths on rocks that are a-cold. Touch with thy rainbow curve this lonely even as thou diest, oh! unfold The voices I have heard, and hear no more, O Sanctuary ! whose eternal foam Drapes for thanksgiving pedestals profoundSunk in the deptfis,—whose altar tops are home For the white clouds,—shed on me w^hat was woundIn the young years about my heart, and rolled Through all my being, a celestial sense . ,Love that still lips and shuttered eyes have told. Smiles that elude sad Memorys impotence! Then thy too solemn dirge shall softly float Upon the muted strings of Memorys pain,As a tired w^ind that fades upon a moat Too still to w^elcome its secluded rain;And if one tremor shall recall a throb Long buried in old graves, oh ! Lord, how sweetTo feel thy benediction in
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