John Kenyon

(1784-1856 / Jamaica)

Epitaph For A Roman Catholic Churchyard - Poem by John Kenyon

Weary centinel of earth,
Grief's companion from my birth,
Doomed no more to watch and weep,
Now I sleep the dreamless sleep
In this calmly shrouding cell;
But what the waking—who may tell!
In that fated hour of fear,
Mary! Mother! be thou here.
Fear to sooth and hope to shed,
Bend thee o'er this earthy bed;
And let my waking view thee mild
As mother o'er her wakening child.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 12, 2010



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