Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . wileWas known that elder sisters know :To check th unseasonable smileWith warning hand and serious brow : From dream to dream with her to rove,Like faery nurse with hermit child,Teach her to think, to pray, to love,Make grief less bitter, joy less wild : These were thy tasks; and who can sayWhat visions high, what solemn talk,What flashes of unearthly day,Might bless those infants evening walk, Oft as with arms and hearts entwined,They mused aloud, this twilight hour,What awful truths high God hath shrinedIn every star and cloud
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . wileWas known that elder sisters know :To check th unseasonable smileWith warning hand and serious brow : From dream to dream with her to rove,Like faery nurse with hermit child,Teach her to think, to pray, to love,Make grief less bitter, joy less wild : These were thy tasks; and who can sayWhat visions high, what solemn talk,What flashes of unearthly day,Might bless those infants evening walk, Oft as with arms and hearts entwined,They mused aloud, this twilight hour,What awful truths high God hath shrinedIn every star and cloud and flower ! 304 MEMORIALS. But one day, when the glorious themeSeemed but to mock their feeble sight,As they looked up from earths dark dreamTo worlds where all is pure and bright, Strong in the strength of infancy,In little childrens wisdom wise,They heard a voice say Come to Me ;Yours is the kingdom of the skies. They speed them home, one prayer they breathe, Then down in peace together lie This cannot be the sleep of death,Or sure it must be sweet to MEMORIALS. 305 ICI GIST. Pale was thy cheek, though it was fairAs spring flowers are !—But in mine earA hollow voice is murmuring near, Thy shroud is yet more pale ! He that looked on thee loved to traceThine eyes dark grace.—But oer the cell,That holds thy mouldering relics well,Death spreads a darker veil 1 So be it, if the age to comeDispel the gloom !Beloved ! if thou Crownd with the flowers earth cannot show,The eternal day spring hail! Dd3 306 MEMORIALS. AN EPITAPH UPON THE LADY ELIZABETH, SECOND DAUGHTER OF HIS LATE MAJESTY (KING CHARLES I.) Heiiry Vaughan. Youth, Beauty, Virtue, Innocence,Heavens royal and select expense,With virgin-tears, and sighs divine,Sit here the Genii of this shrine,Where now (thy fair soul wingd away,)They guard the Casket where she lay. Thou hadst, ere thou the light couldst see,Sorrows laid up and stord for thee,Thou suckdst in woes, and the breasts lentTheir milk to thee, but to lam
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