22
ON THE DEATH OF MRS. N. P. WILLIS.
But the soft Spring sky bends o’er thee,
As thou goest to thy rest,
And Mount Auburn’s green recesses
Soon in beauty will be drest;
And with waving leaves and blossoms,
Welcome in their lovely guest.
As thou goest to thy rest,
And Mount Auburn’s green recesses
Soon in beauty will be drest;
And with waving leaves and blossoms,
Welcome in their lovely guest.
And when Summer all her glory
O’er that hallowed scene shall shed,
Then shall come the loved and living,
With hushed voice and noiseless tread;
And with tears bedew the flowers,
In that city of the dead.
O’er that hallowed scene shall shed,
Then shall come the loved and living,
With hushed voice and noiseless tread;
And with tears bedew the flowers,
In that city of the dead.
There, where winds sigh through the pine trees,
Where the silver water flows;
Where the pale stars keep their vigils,
And the genial sunlight glows,
Oh, how calm will be thy slumber!
How I envy thy repose!
Where the silver water flows;
Where the pale stars keep their vigils,
And the genial sunlight glows,
Oh, how calm will be thy slumber!
How I envy thy repose!
There, young mother,—with thy nursling
Safely pillowed on thy heart,
Safely shielded from the tempest,
From the poison and the dart,—
Ye will fade away together,
As the violets depart.
Safely pillowed on thy heart,
Safely shielded from the tempest,
From the poison and the dart,—
Ye will fade away together,
As the violets depart.
