Felicia Hemans

“ What eye can reach my heart of hearts,
Bearing in light again?
Even could this be—too much of fear
O'er love would now be thrown—
Away, away! from time, from change,
To dwell amidst mine own! ”

“ Hush my soul's boding knell
That murmurs of farewell!
How can I leave this ring of kindest hearts?
Death! Grave! and are there those
That woo your dark repose
Midst the rich beauty of the glowing earth? ”

“ The Spirit and Manners of the Age
From The Religious Magazine 1829 pages 480-481
From The Spirit and Manners of the Age.
PASSING AWAY.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
"'Passing away' is written on the world, and all the world contains." ”