Heaven. ABRAHAM COWLEY. SLEEP on! Rest, quiet as thy conscience, take, For though thou sleep'st thyself, thy God's awake, Above the subtle foldings of the sky, Above the well set orbs' soft harmony: Above those petty lamps that gild the night, Is stretched out far, nor its own bounds can find. THE DEAD FRIEND. 123 Che Dead Friend. ROBERT SOUTHEY. Nor to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, The form that once was dear! The spirit is not there Which kindled that dead eye, Which throbbed in that cold heart, Which in that motionless hand Hath met thy friendly grasp. The spirit is not there! It is but lifeless, perishable flesh, Earth, air, and water's ministering particles, Now to the elements Resolved, their uses done. Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow thy friend beloved; The spirit is not there! Often together have we talked of death; How sweet it were to see All doubtful things made clear; To view the depth of heaven! And think that thou art there, Unfetter'd as the thought that follows thee. And we have often said how sweet it were Edmund! we did not err! Sure I have felt thy presence! Thou hast given A birth to holy thought, Hast kept me from the world unstain'd and pure. Edmund! we did not err ! Our best affections here, They are not like the toys of infancy; The soul outgrows them not, We do not cast them off; O, if it could be so, It were indeed a dreadful thing to die! THE DEAD FRIEND. Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow thy friend beloved! But in the lonely hour, But in the evening walk, Think that he companies thy solitude; Think that he holds with thee Mysterious intercourse; And though remembrance wake a tear, 125 The Shadow. FLORENCE PERRY. SEVENTEEN long years ago! and still And since the leaves which o'er it wave Have been kept green by raining tears: Strange how the shadow of a grave Could fall across so many years. Seventeen long years ago! no cross, The one I would have died to save Sleeps sweetly free from griefs and fears: Strange, how the shadow of a grave Could fall across so many years. |