I would wake the shell
And lull my senses to forgetfulness
With its sweet melody.-
Unpublished Poem.
Oh pardon for a moment’s space
The gushings of affections deep-
Thine early fate, lost one, to trace,
And o’er my broken treasure weep.
The blast and tempest o’er my barque
Have raged-and still the clouds are near;
The land lies far, and all is dark,
The death-song strikes upon mine ear.
There is a shadow o’er my path,
A vision in the midnight hour;-
A low still voice that shadow hath,
That dream a prophecy and pow’r:
It tells me it is better far
Where turmoil is at rest-to sleep;
Where contests cease, and night’s pale star
Its faithful vigil loves to keep;-
To sleep-before all dear ones die,
Before all love and hope are flown;
For who would crave unmourned to lie,
Or live to garland memory’s tomb?
(Edward Henry Bickersteth)
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