<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the death of Mrs. N. P. Willis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life's freshness, and its fulness,---<br> In thy womanhood's young bloom,<br> While thy brow was all unclouded<br> With a darkening ray of gloom,---<br> The Angel Death hath said to thee,<br> "Thy Father calls thee home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And, as fades some lovely vision<br> In the morning's gathering light,<br> Or as sinks some unsphered radiance<br> From the starry crown of night,<br> Or as dies some burst of music,---<br> Thou hast vanished from our sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Far across the foaming waters,<br> From the country of thy birth,<br> From thy childhood's friends and memories,<br> From thy father's silent hearth,<br> A strange soil unveils its bosom,<br> And must clasp thee, earth to earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But the soft Spring sky bends o'er thee,<br> As thou goest to thy rest,<br> And Mount Auburn's green recesses<br> Soon in beauty will be drest;<br> And with waving leaves and blossoms,<br> Welcome in their lovely guest.<br> And when Summer all her glory<br> O'er that hallowed scene shall shed,<br> Then shall come the loved and living,<br> With hushed voice and noiseless tread;<br> And with tears bedew the flowers,<br> In that city of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There, where winds sigh through the pine trees,<br> Where the silver water flows;<br> Where the pale stars keep their vigils,<br> And the genial sunlight glows,<br> Oh, how calm will be thy slumber!<br> How I envy thy repose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There, young mother,---with thy nursling<br> Safely pillowed on thy heart,<br> Safely shielded from the tempest,<br> From the poison and the dart,---<br> Ye will fade away together,<br> As the violets depart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But not thus, oh gentle stranger,<br> Shall thy loved remembrance flee;<br> In the hearts where thou wast cherished,<br> The sweet memories of thee,<br> Like the evergreens above thee,<br> Fresh and beautiful shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115119" data-title="On the death of Mrs. N. P. Willis de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="In life's freshness, and its fulness,---/ In thy womanhood's young bloom,/ While thy brow was all unclouded/ With a darkening ray of gloom,---/ The Angel Death hath said to thee,/ "Thy Father calls thee home."/ And, as fades some lovely vision/..."></div> </div> </div>

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