And if some friend we love is lying low, And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift God sends His friend, And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death Conceals the fairest boon His love can send. If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within and all God's workings see, But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart; I think that we shall say, "God knew the best!" May Riley Smith [1842 "THE MOURNERS CAME AT BREAK OF DAY" THE mourners came at break of day With darkened hearts to weep and pray, The earth doth mourn her treasures lost, The spring returns, the flowerets bloom- A Sea Dirge Then mourn we not beloved dead, E'en while we come to weep and pray; To brighter realms of endless day: 3293 Sarah Flower Adams [1805-1848] WHAT OF THE DARKNESS? TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE WHAT of the darkness? Is it very fair? Are there great calms? and find we silence there? With some strange peace our faces never know, Is it a Bosom where tired heads may lie? Is it a Voice that holds the runes of sleep? Out of the Day's deceiving light we call- Or undistracted, do you find truth there?, What of the Darkness? Is it very fair? Richard Le Gallienne [1866 A SEA DIRGE From "The Tempest " FULL fathom five thy father lies: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change William Shakespeare [1564-1616] EPITAPHS I-ON ELIZABETH L. H. WOULDST thou hear what Man can say Underneath this stone doth lie One name was Elizabeth, The other, let it sleep with death: Fitter, where it died, to tell Than that it lived at all. Farewell. II-ON SALATHIEL PAVY, A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Years he numbered scarce thirteen When Fates turned cruel, Yet three filled zodiacs had he been And did act (what now we moan) Old men so duly, As sooth the Parcæ thought him one, He played so truly. On the Tombs in Westminster 3295 So, by error, to his fate They all consented; But, viewing him since, alas, too late! And have sought, to give new birth, But, being so much too good for earth, Heaven vows to keep him. SONG Ben Jonson [1573?-1637] From "The Devil's Law Case" ALL the flowers of the spring Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind. John Webster [1580?-1625?] ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER MORTALITY, behold and fear! What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones; Here they lie had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands; Here's an acre sown indeed Here the bones of birth have cried, Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropped from the ruined sides of kings. Here's a world of pomp and state, Buried in dust, once dead by fate. Francis Beaumont [1584-1616] EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Marble piles let no man raise Shall turn marble, and become Both her mourner and her tomb. William Browne [1591-1643?] AN EPITAPH INTENDED FOR HIMSELF LIKE thee I once have stemmed the sea of life, Like thee have languished after empty joys, Like thee have labored in the stormy strife, Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys. Forget my frailties; thou art also frail: Forgive my lapses; for thyself may'st fall: Nor read unmoved my artless tender taleI was a friend, O man, to thee, to all. James Beattie [1735-1803] |