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Sinopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... "Drive thou rebellious sorrow from thy breast, And let me enter there a welcome guest." Then spake the other: "I am Faith, I hold The shining keys of heaven's gate of gold. "Thy loved one liveth still. Weep not so sore, He waits thee where farewells are heard no more.' "Hence! ye vain visitants!" I wildly cried, "Mock not my grief, yon hallowed dust beside! "Give me again the manly shelt'ring breast, The warm, fond lips on mine so often pressed; JOB, CHAP. XVI., VERSE 2. Ioy "Give me the strong, true arm on which I leant, The loving eyes on mine in fondness bent; "Then speak of consolation; but not here, While yon dear clay lies cold upon the bier. "Though we may meet again (ah! where and how?) Long years of anguish lie 'twixt then and now. "I shall behold him. O thou mocking Fate! There is a lifetime of despair to wait. "Can grief like mine be slain by empty breath? Give to my dead love life, or give me death! "No consolation have ye brought to me. Hence! miserable comforters are ye." A rush of white wings stirred the startled air, And I was left alone with my despair. THE NEGLECTED GRAVE. The storm of grief has long since died away, Hearts ceased to ache, and fruitless tears to flow; Behold the grave, unvisited, undecked, Forgotten! 'Twas so many years ago. The rank grass waves in unmolested pride, Untrodden now by loving pilgrim feet: The vagrant rosebush, only, on the mound Lays funeral tribute of its blossoms sweet. Over the headstone creeps the hiding moss, Blotting the graven words with fingers slow: The wand'ring vine there hangs unchecked its veil-None seek to read the mournful record now. Who slumbers there? No answer from the stone: No mourners near give tender sad reply; The echoes knew the name once; but the breeze Bears no response...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... "Drive thou rebellious sorrow from thy breast, And let me enter there a welcome guest." Then spake the other: "I am Faith, I hold The shining keys of heaven's gate of gold. "Thy loved one liveth still. Weep not so sore, He waits thee where farewells are heard no more.' "Hence! ye vain visitants!" I wildly cried, "Mock not my grief, yon hallowed dust beside! "Give me again the manly shelt'ring breast, The warm, fond lips on mine so often pressed; JOB, CHAP. XVI., VERSE 2. Ioy "Give me the strong, true arm on which I leant, The loving eyes on mine in fondness bent; "Then speak of consolation; but not here, While yon dear clay lies cold upon the bier. "Though we may meet again (ah! where and how?) Long years of anguish lie 'twixt then and now. "I shall behold him. O thou mocking Fate! There is a lifetime of despair to wait. "Can grief like mine be slain by empty breath? Give to my dead love life, or give me death! "No consolation have ye brought to me. Hence! miserable comforters are ye." A rush of white wings stirred the startled air, And I was left alone with my despair. THE NEGLECTED GRAVE. The storm of grief has long since died away, Hearts ceased to ache, and fruitless tears to flow; Behold the grave, unvisited, undecked, Forgotten! 'Twas so many years ago. The rank grass waves in unmolested pride, Untrodden now by loving pilgrim feet: The vagrant rosebush, only, on the mound Lays funeral tribute of its blossoms sweet. Over the headstone creeps the hiding moss, Blotting the graven words with fingers slow: The wand'ring vine there hangs unchecked its veil-None seek to read the mournful record now. Who slumbers there? No answer from the stone: No mourners near give tender sad reply; The echoes knew the name once; but the breeze Bears no response...
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