Felicia Dorothea Hemans

(25 September 1793 – 16 May 1835 / Liverpool, England)

Dirge


CALM on the bosom of thy God,
   Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
   His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
   Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
   No more may fear to die.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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