Farewell, mild saint! -- meek child of love, farewell! Ill can this stone thy finished virtues tell. Rest, rest in peace! the task of life is o'er; Sorrows shall sting, and sickness waste no more. But hard our task from one so loved to part, While fond remembrance clings round every heart, -- Hard to resign the sister, friend, and wife, And all that cheers, and all that softens life. Farewell! for thee the gates of bliss unclose, And endless joy succeeds to transient woes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE BROOK: WINTER by LAURA ABELL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 27. AS-SAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD ECHOES OF SPRING: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON |