Farewell to thee! but not farewellTo all my fondest thoughts of thee:Within my heart they still shall dwell;And they shall cheer and comfort me.O beautiful, and full of grace!If thou hadst never met mine eye,I had not dreamed a living faceCould fancied charms so far outvie.If I may ne‘er behold againThat form and face so dear to me,Nor hear thy voice, still would I fainPreserve, for aye, their memory.That voice, the magic of whose toneCan wake an echo in my breast,Creating feelings that, alone,Can make my tranced spirit blest.That laughing eye, whose sunny beamMy memory would not cherish less; -And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleamNor mortal language can express.Adieu, but let me cherish, still,The hope with which I cannot part.Contempt may wound and coldness chill,But still it lingers in my heart.And who can tell but Heaven, at last,May answer all my thousand prayers,And bid the future pay the pastWith joy for anguish, smiles for tears?
Funeral Poems & Readings
A funeral poem for comfort during unsettling times