XLVIII. CORCYRA. I SAT beneath an olive's branches grey For civil strife a thousand states to drown. Each in his self-formed sphere of light or gloom? As though I corpses saw, and walked the tomb. G BEREAVEMENT. XLIX. "Wherefore I abhor myself and repent in dust and ashes." AND dare I say, Job xlii. 6. "Welcome to me The pang that proves thee near? O words, too oft on bended knee Breath'd to th' Unerring Ear. While the cold spirit silently Pines at the scourge severe. Nay, try once more-thine eyelids close When the warm light gleams thro' and shows Unmurmuring then thy heart's repose I THOUGHT to meet no more, so dreary seem'd Thy place in Paradise Beyond where I could soar; Friend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts Spring like unbidden violets from the sod, Where patiently thou tak'st Thy sweet and sure repose. The shadows fall more soothing: the soft air Lives o'er thy funeral day; The deep knell dying down, the mourners' pause Waiting their Saviour's welcome at the gate.Sure with the words of Heaven Thy spirit met us there, And sought with us along th' accustom'd way So dear to Faith and Hope. O! hadst thou brought a strain from Paradise To cheer us, happy soul, thou hadst not touched The sacred springs of grief More tenderly and true, Than those deep-warbled anthems, high and low, Low as the grave, high as th' Eternal Throne, Guiding through light and gloom Our mourning fancies wild, Till gently, like soft golden clouds at eve, Into a placid Faith, That even with beaming eye Counts thy sad honours, coffin, bier and pall; So many tokens dear Of endless love begun. Listen! it is no dream: th' Apostles' trump Gives earnest of th' Archangel's ;-calmly now Our hearts yet beating high To that victorious lay, Most like a warrior's to the martial dirge Of a true comrade, in the grave we trust And if a tear steal down, If human anguish o'er the shaded brow Pass shuddering, when the handful of pure earth Touches the coffin lid; If at our brother's name, |