Dirge
1793-1835
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 574
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/574.html">Dirge by Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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