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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
They are All Gone
By Henry Vaughan (1621–1695)
THEY are all gone into the world of light,
  And I alone sit ling’ring here!
Their very memory is fair and bright,
      And my sad thoughts doth clear.
It glows and glitters in my cloudy brest,        5
  Like stars upon some gloomy grove.
Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest
      After the sun’s remove.
I see them walking in an air of glory,
  Whose light doth trample on my days;        10
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
      Meer glimmerings and decays.
O holy hope! and high humility!
  High as the heavens above!
These are your walks, and you have shewed them me        15
      To kindle my cold love.
Dear, beauteous death—the jewel of the just!
  Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
      Could man outlook that mark!        20
He that hath found some fledged bird’s nest may know
  At first sight if the bird be flown;
But what fair dell or grove he sings in now,
      That is to him unknown.
And yet as angels in some brighter dreams        25
  Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted theams,
      And into glory peep.
If a star were confined into a tomb,
  Her captive flames must needs burn there;        30
But when the hand that lockt her up gives room,
      She’ll shine through all the sphære.
O Father of eternal life, and all
  Created glories under thee!
Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall        35
      Into true liberty.
Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill
  My perspective still as they pass;
Or else remove me hence unto that hill
      Where I shall need no glass.        40

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