Felicia Hemans

“ Bring ye sad thoughts of Hope and Beauty gone,
And vanished Mirth?
'Why must your fading bells,
With the faint sweetness of your parting breath,
Remind us but of sorrowful farewells,
Decay and Death? ”

“ Now, for one strife of stern despair!
The foe hath track'd thee to thy lair.
Thou, against whom the voice of blood
Hath risen from track and lonely wood,
And in whose dreams a man should be,
Not of the water, nor the tree ”

“ Did'st take thy babe, and meekly so depart.
How many hopes have sprung in radiance hence!
Their trace yet lights the dust where thou art sleeping!
A solemn joy comes o'er me, and a sense
Of triumph, blent with nature's gush of weeping. ”