Lines on Visiting the Grave of Rev. Dr. P.
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Title
Lines on Visiting the Grave of Rev. Dr. P.
Description
"There is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a resemblance of the dead to which we turn, even from the charms of the living."
The grave hath many a jewel rare
I love to stand beside that mound
The sunset lingers on its way,
And children lightly tread the spot,
Fit resting from life's weary scene,
Portsmouth, June, 1837.
The grave hath many a jewel rare
Beneath the cypress tree -
But Death ne'er placed a casket thereMore loved or wept than he.
I love to stand beside that mound
On some calm Sabbath night,
And muse awhile - 'tis sacred ground,With heavenly things in sight.
The sunset lingers on its way,
To deck that simple stone,
While friends around the churchyard stray,To think of him that's gone.
And children lightly tread the spot,
In summer beauty drest,
As if their footsteps ne'er forgot,Whose ashes there they prest.
Fit resting from life's weary scene,
Sweetly in peace he slumbers now,
"A gem of purest ray serene,"With God's own signet on his brow.
Portsmouth, June, 1837.
Creator
F.
Source
1:29, p. 4
Date
1837.07.22
Contributor
From the Portsmouth Journal
Collection
Citation
F. , “Lines on Visiting the Grave of Rev. Dr. P.,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/218.
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