Serena Sleeps
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Title
Serena Sleeps
Description
Serena, dead? oh no, she sleeps
Serena sleeps in silent rest,
Serena sleeps, that infant sweet!
Serena sleeps, but hark - behold!
Serena lives a life sublime!
Beneath the massy ground;
While the tender mother weeps,And sisters moan around.
Serena sleeps in silent rest,
Nipp'd with the budding rose;
But. oh, she is supremely blest,In sweet and calm repose.
Serena sleeps, that infant sweet!
Soft on the lap of love;
Where bright seraphicmillions greetHer spotless soul above!
Serena sleeps, but hark - behold!
She sweetly strikes the lyre!
Treads refulgent streets of gold!And soars on wings of fire!
Serena lives a life sublime!
Oh! then, suppress he the tear;
And hope beyond the scenes of time,To hail thine infant dear!
Creator
Unattributed
Source
2:28, p. 222
Date
1828.10.03
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Serena Sleeps,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/175.
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