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Poems.
While deep and heavy fell the blow,
On the now widowed head.
On the now widowed head.
By an unseen, unerring hand,
Was aimed the fatal stroke,
That thus among that happy band,
Another chord hath broke.
Was aimed the fatal stroke,
That thus among that happy band,
Another chord hath broke.
Though wrapt in sadness was the hour
When her pure spirit passed;
Yet Heaven gained another flower,
And "dust to dust" hath cast.
When her pure spirit passed;
Yet Heaven gained another flower,
And "dust to dust" hath cast.
Oh, Death! "insatiate monarch!" thou
Hast won another prize;
To thee all human hearts must bow,
Thou break'st the fondest ties.
Hast won another prize;
To thee all human hearts must bow,
Thou break'st the fondest ties.
One after one we see depart,
Link after link is broken;
Nought can avert Death's mystic art,
When God's behest is spoken.
Link after link is broken;
Nought can avert Death's mystic art,
When God's behest is spoken.
Oh, Thou who hear'st the "raven's cry,"
And mark'st the "sparrow's fall,"
Look down with thy all-pitying eye,
And hear the mourner's call.
And mark'st the "sparrow's fall,"
Look down with thy all-pitying eye,
And hear the mourner's call.
