2-914-099 - The Print Collector/Heritage Images

Piety - Love - Sorrow, 1854. 'Pressing with reverend foot the hallowed sod, Thou tread'st the earth even as the sages trod, In the old favoured days, who walked with God! In ways where all sweet charities do meet, Thy steps are constant as the waves' timed beat, And airs from heaven play about thy feet. As one for whom God's better light doth shine...Holy, and wondrous beautiful thou art, O strength of Love! Who is there that would part, With that best music of the beating heart? Thy sweetest tones may falter on the tongue; The chords may break that with thy strains have rung; But memory treasures all the soul hath sung...There is no death in all the world! O vain And idle fiction of the maddened brain! The buried rise - the death-struck live again! Why weep ye with dim eyes above the lost, They who the wider, calmer seas have crossed?'. From "Illustrated London News", 1854.