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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Farewell To The Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come near!-ere yet the dust<br>Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow,<br>Look on your brother, and embrace him now,<br>In still and solemn trust!<br>Come near!-once more let kindred lips be press'd<br>On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look yet on this young face!<br>What shall the beauty, from amongst us gone,<br>Leave of its image, ev'n where most it shone,<br>Gladdening its hearth and race?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim grows the semblance on man's heart impress'd-<br>-Come near, and bear the beautiful to rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye weep, and it is well!<br>For tears befit earth's partings!-Yesterday<br>Song was upon the lips of this pale clay,<br>And sunshine seem'd to dwell<br>Where'er he mov'd-the welcome and the bless'd!<br>-Now gaze! and bear the silent unto rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look yet on him, whose eye<br>Meets yours no more, in sadness or in mirth!<br>Was he not fair amidst the sons of earth,<br>The beings born to die?<br>-But not where death has power may love be bless'd--<br>Come near! and bear ye the belov'd to rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How may the mother's heart<br>Dwell on her son, and dare to hope again?<br>The spring's rich promise hath been given in vain,<br>The lovely must depart!<br>Is he not gone, our brightest and our best?<br>Come near! and bear the early-call'd to rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on him! is he laid<br>To slumber from the harvest or the chase?<br>-Too still and sad the smile upon his face,<br>Yet that, ev'n that, must fade!<br>Death holds not long unchang'd his fairest guest,-<br>Come near! and bear the mortal to his rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His voice of mirth hath ceas'd<br>Amidst the vineyards! there is left no place<br>For him whose dust receives your vain embrace,<br>At the gay bridal feast!<br>Earth must take earth to moulder on her breast;<br>Come near! weep o'er him! bear him to his rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet mourn ye not as they<br>Whose spirit's light is quench'd!-for him the past<br>Is seal'd. He may not fall, he may not cast<br>His birthright's hope away!<br>All is not here of our belov'd and bless'd-<br>-Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Soil the bright paleness of the settled brow,
Look on your brother, and embrace him now,
In still and solemn trust!
Come near!-once more let kindred lips be press'd
On his cold cheek; then bear him to his rest!

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