Zinzendorff and Other Poems/The Journey with the Dead

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4045637Zinzendorff and Other PoemsThe Journey with the Dead1836Lydia Huntley Sigourney


THE JOURNEY WITH THE DEAD.


They journey neath the summer sky,
    A lov'd and loving train,
But Nature spreads her genial charms
    To lure their souls in vain,
Husband and wife and child are there,
    Warm-hearted, true and kind,
Yet every kindred lip is seal'd,
    And every head declin'd.

Weary and sad, their course is bent
    To seek an ancient dome,
Where hospitality hath made
    A long-remember'd home;
And one with mournful care they bring
    Whose footstep erst was gay
Amid these halls; why comes she now
    In sorrow's dark array?

Here fell a sainted grandsire's prayer
    Upon her infant rest,
And with the love of ripen'd years
    The cherish'd haunt was blest;
Here was the talisman that bade
    Her heart's blood sparkle high,
Why steals no flush across her cheek?
    No lightning to her eye?

They bear her to the house of God,
    But though that hallow'd spot
Is fill'd with prayer from lips she lov'd
    Her voice respondeth not,

She heedeth not, she heedeth not,
    She, who from early days
Had joy'd within that holy Church
    To swell Jehovah's praise.

Then onward toward a narrow cell
    They tread the grass-grown track
From whence the unreturning guest
    Doth send no tidings back;
There sleeps the grandsire high and brave
    In freedom's battles tried,*[1]
With him whose banner was the cross
    Of Jesus crucified.

Down by those hoary chiefs she laid
    Her young, unfrosted head,
To rise no more, until the voice
    Of Jesus wakes the dead,
From her own dear, domestic bower,
    From deep, confiding love,
From earth's unshaded smile, she turn'd
    To purer bliss above.


  1. * General Putnam.