Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (Thou art enshrined, although thou knowst it not)
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SONNET.
Thou art enshrined, although thou knowst it not, With many a blessing, borne on the soft air Which hovers round thee from my evening prayer;And thou, although the voice thou hast forgot,Art living in the sweetness of its spell, Which, at Heaven's gate is pleading still for thee, Invoking peace upon thy destiny;And wishing thee, in thy heart's hallowed cell,Blest hopes and fairest memories—and such days As may defy the fleeting wing of time, And bear bright fruits of virtue, to a climeWhere they may bloom in the Eternal praise—Thou art surrounded thus with holiest charm,And friendship's sacred prayer still shields thy life from harm.