On the Death of a Lovely Girl, Five Years Old
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Title
On the Death of a Lovely Girl, Five Years Old
Description
Sweet little flower, thy bloom is fled,
Around thee now in vain may beam
The summer's ray, or winter's gleam;
No sun can pierce the slumberer's dream,
But yet on thee a sun shall rise,
More glorious than these earthly skies,
E'er dipp'd in heaven's aerial dies,
A light, that on thy spirit breaking,
From death's embrace in bliss awaking,
Shall bid it, every care forsaking,
Then why the night of sorrow here.
That darkens round they early bier;
And e'er thy memory sheds the tear
We should not mourn the closing flower,
Whose petals shun the nightly hour;
But open to that orb, whose power
Thy tender leaves are pale and dead,
And scatter'd, (once so rosy red,)O'er the cold tomb.
Around thee now in vain may beam
The summer's ray, or winter's gleam;
No sun can pierce the slumberer's dream,
In earth's dark womb.
But yet on thee a sun shall rise,
More glorious than these earthly skies,
E'er dipp'd in heaven's aerial dies,
Or beauty's ray.
A light, that on thy spirit breaking,
From death's embrace in bliss awaking,
Shall bid it, every care forsaking,
Rise into day.
Then why the night of sorrow here.
That darkens round they early bier;
And e'er thy memory sheds the tear
Of vain regret?
We should not mourn the closing flower,
Whose petals shun the nightly hour;
But open to that orb, whose power
Can never set
Creator
Unattributed (Eleanor Dickinson)
Source
1:4, p. 31
Date
1829.08.07
Collection
Citation
Unattributed (Eleanor Dickinson), “On the Death of a Lovely Girl, Five Years Old,” Periodical Poets, accessed October 18, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/450.
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