IN MEMORYOf my Husband, David M'Caleb, who died Sept. 29, 1882.
My trembling fingers nerveless fall, My broken harp in silence lies;In vain I sweep its severed strings, No thrilling notes of music rise.A chill has fallen on my soul That freezes all my heart and brain;My inspiration all has flown, I can not wake to song again.
Yet I would send my spirit forth In wailing music as I write,To tremble on the grave that holds My bleeding, broken heart to-night.But I, to sing his praise, must lift My music to higher, purer spheres;The voiceless sorrow in my breast Is crushed and crystallized in tears.
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