Hymn
Dublin Core
Title
Hymn
Description
Beneath our feet, and o'er our head,
Their names are graven on the stone,
Death rides on every passing breeze,
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger known;
Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,Above us is the heaven!
Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
And ere another day is done,Ourselves may be as they.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,Its peril every hour.
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay.
And Fate descend in sudden nightOn manhood's middle day.
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly t'wards the tomb,
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,And dream of days to come?
Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger known;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,And warns thee of her dead!
Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given;
The bones that underneath thee lieShall live for Hell or Heaven!
Creator
Bishop Heber
Source
1:30, p. 120
Date
1827.10.05
Collection
Citation
Bishop Heber, “Hymn,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 5, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/77.
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