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An Elegy.
AN ELEGY .
BV AV . CORKETT , MARINHltS LODOE , 249 . Is Arno's graveyard on the Avon ' s bank , Where rest in peace the good , the true , the brave , — Where all are level—equal are in rank—Is to be seen a loAvly , quiet giwe !
No marble column rears on high its head To mark the resting place of noble birth ; No polished granite looks upon the dead That moulders gently in its mother earth ! A simple stone is all that Ave can see , And simple language all that Ave
behold—Simple they are , but round them memory Wreathes something holier , better far than gold ! The happy days AA'hen life Avas fair and yoimg Come back like shadows from that far off time ; We bear again the joyous songs AA' 6 Sung ;
Ancl earth is coloured Avith a hue sublime . O ' er Durdham doAvns we wander when the bloom Of haAvthorn scents the quiet evening air ; Or with thy children in their little room Their infant sports and happy pastimes share .
Time sped in love and happiness , and Ave Gave to the future not the slightest heed ; But on one dark November day to thee The summons came which dullest mind could read Thou left thy children and thy wife in tears Of grief , and heart-felt , unaA'ailing woe , For thou Avast oidy very young in years , And it was very hard to let thee go !
But Death , the conqueror , AA'ill have his Avay—There is no hiding from his cruel eye—His dread command we mortals must obey—Must bid the Avorld ancl all our friends good-bye ! Th y tomb lies on a gentle , sunny slope
In Arno ' s vale , ancl rose trees o ' er thee wave ; Ancl on thy tombstone is expressed a hope " Of everlasting life beyond the grave I " Since thou wast laid at rest , the rolling years ¦ Have come and gone , but have not made me Avise , Eor when I think of thee a mist of tears Comes quite uncalled , unbidden to my eyes ! Sent . 3 rd , 1878 .
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An Elegy.
AN ELEGY .
BV AV . CORKETT , MARINHltS LODOE , 249 . Is Arno's graveyard on the Avon ' s bank , Where rest in peace the good , the true , the brave , — Where all are level—equal are in rank—Is to be seen a loAvly , quiet giwe !
No marble column rears on high its head To mark the resting place of noble birth ; No polished granite looks upon the dead That moulders gently in its mother earth ! A simple stone is all that Ave can see , And simple language all that Ave
behold—Simple they are , but round them memory Wreathes something holier , better far than gold ! The happy days AA'hen life Avas fair and yoimg Come back like shadows from that far off time ; We bear again the joyous songs AA' 6 Sung ;
Ancl earth is coloured Avith a hue sublime . O ' er Durdham doAvns we wander when the bloom Of haAvthorn scents the quiet evening air ; Or with thy children in their little room Their infant sports and happy pastimes share .
Time sped in love and happiness , and Ave Gave to the future not the slightest heed ; But on one dark November day to thee The summons came which dullest mind could read Thou left thy children and thy wife in tears Of grief , and heart-felt , unaA'ailing woe , For thou Avast oidy very young in years , And it was very hard to let thee go !
But Death , the conqueror , AA'ill have his Avay—There is no hiding from his cruel eye—His dread command we mortals must obey—Must bid the Avorld ancl all our friends good-bye ! Th y tomb lies on a gentle , sunny slope
In Arno ' s vale , ancl rose trees o ' er thee wave ; Ancl on thy tombstone is expressed a hope " Of everlasting life beyond the grave I " Since thou wast laid at rest , the rolling years ¦ Have come and gone , but have not made me Avise , Eor when I think of thee a mist of tears Comes quite uncalled , unbidden to my eyes ! Sent . 3 rd , 1878 .