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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892).  The Poetical Works in Four Volumes.  1892.
 
Personal Poems
A Lament
 
                 “The parted spirit,
Knoweth it not our sorrow? Answereth not
Its blessing to our tears?”

THE CIRCLE is broken, one seat is forsaken,
One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;
One heart from among us no longer shall thrill
With joy in our gladness, or grief in our ill.
 
Weep! lonely and lowly are slumbering now        5
The light of her glances, the pride of her brow;
Weep! sadly and long shall we listen in vain
To hear the soft tones of her welcome again.
 
Give our tears to the dead! For humanity’s claim
From its silence and darkness is ever the same;        10
The hope of that world whose existence is bliss
May not stifle the tears of the mourners of this.
 
For, oh! if one glance the freed spirit can throw
On the scene of its troubled probation below,
Than the pride of the marble, the pomp of the dead,        15
To that glance will be dearer the tears which we shed.
 
Oh, who can forget the mild light of her smile,
Over lips moved with music and feeling the while,
The eye’s deep enchantment, dark, dream-like, and clear,
In the glow of its gladness, the shade of its tear.        20
 
And the charm of her features, while over the whole
Played the hues of the heart and the sunshine of soul;
And the tones of her voice, like the music which seems
Murmured low in our ears by the Angel of dreams!
 
But holier and dearer our memories hold        25
Those treasures of feeling, more precious than gold,
The love and the kindness and pity which gave
Fresh flowers for the bridal, green wreaths for the grave!
 
The heart ever open to Charity’s claim,
Unmoved from its purpose by censure and blame,        30
While vainly alike on her eye and her ear
Fell the scorn of the heartless, the jesting and jeer.
 
How true to our hearts was that beautiful sleeper!
With smiles for the joyful, with tears for the weeper!
Yet, evermore prompt, whether mournful or gay,        35
With warnings in love to the passing astray.
 
For, though spotless herself, she could sorrow for them
Who sullied with evil the spirit’s pure gem;
And a sigh or a tear could the erring reprove,
And the sting of reproof was still tempered by love.        40
 
As a cloud of the sunset, slow melting in heaven,
As a star that is lost when the daylight is given,
As a glad dream of slumber, which wakens in bliss,
She hath passed to the world of the holy from this.

  1834.
 
 
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