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ELEGIAC STANZAS

ADDRESSED TO SIR G. H. B. UPON THE DEATH OF HIS SISTER-IN-LAW

ELEGIAC STANZAS


O FOR a dirge! But why complain? Ask rather a triumphal strain When FERMOR’S race is run; A garland of immortal boughs To twine around the Christian’s brows, Whose glorious work is done. We pay a high and holy debt; No tears of passionate regret Shall stain this votive lay; Ill-worthy, Beaumont! were the grief 10 That flings itself on wild relief When Saints have passed away. Sad doom, at Sorrow’s shrine to kneel, For ever covetous to feel, And impotent to bear! Such once was hers–to think and think On severed love, and only sink From anguish to despair! But nature to its inmost part Faith had refined; and to her heart 20 A peaceful cradle given: Calm as the dew-drop’s, free to rest Within a breeze-fanned rose’s breast Till it exhales to Heaven. Was ever Spirit that could bend So graciously?–that could descend, Another’s need to suit, So promptly from her lofty throne?– In works of love, in these alone, How restless, how minute! 30 Pale was her hue; yet mortal cheek Ne’er kindled with a livelier streak When aught had suffered wrong,– When aught that breathes had felt a wound; Such look the Oppressor might confound, However proud and strong. But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things; Her quiet is secure; No thorns can pierce her tender feet, 40 Whose life was, like the violet, sweet, As climbing jasmine, pure– As snowdrop on an infant’s grave, Or lily heaving with the wave That feeds it and defends; As Vesper, ere the star hath kissed The mountain top, or breathed the mist That from the vale ascends. Thou takest not away, O Death! Thou strikest–absence perisheth, 50 Indifference is no more; The future brightens on our sight; For on the past hath fallen a light That tempts us to adore. 1824.