All hail, my love, good cheer! Shall mourn or sigh. The few days that remain Yea, old like Abraham, when he went, Let us make merry- let us laugh! With head down bent, And mantle rent, In dole for her who lay in death, The silver shekels gave For Mamre's gloomy cave, Or, older still, like him Upclimbed, with staff in hand, To where Mount Nebo cleft the sky, And looked and saw the Promised Land For now at length we quaff "The spirit and the body part, Yet love abideth, heart to heart. "O silent comrade of my rest, "Love's dust, Whatever grave it fill, With hands here crossed upon thy Though buried deep, is deathless still! breast, I know thee who thou art! O marble brow, Here pillowed next to mine, I know the soul divine That tenanted thy shrine! "For, though above us, green and high, The yew-trees grow, And churchyard ravens fly, And mourners come and go, Yet thou and I, Who dust to dust lie here below, “ Yea, thee I know - it still is thou; The same old thrill, The same old love between us still! "The gloomy grave hath frosts that kill, But love is chilled not with their chill. "Love's flame Consuming, unconsumed. Love hath no death, and cannot die! This love is ours, as here we lie, Thou and I!" THE FOUR SEASONS. IN the balmy April weather, When the corn began to grow, What walks we took together, What sighs we breathed together, What vows we pledged together, In the days of long ago! In the golden summer weather, When the mowers went to mow, While the skies were all aglow! In the rainy autumn weather, In breasts that breathe .in hearts What mounds we heaped together, entombed. Is fed by life and death the same! What hopes we lost together, When we laid our darlings low! |