"MY son, forget not"—reading thus begun The teacher of us all, and then the prayer He lifted in the hushed and hallowed air For blessing on the work that had been done. Also he seemed to say: "Thy feet must run Hence to the goal through dangers everywhere; Honor, and wisdom, and the tempter's snare, And life's great end, forget thou not, my son." Ah! as we saw the western splendor fall Earthward that night, and fill the open door, With Christ anew transfigured on the wall, We sorrowed in our hearts, revolving o'er So many memories; but, most of all, That we should see each other's face no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON CRY WOE, WOE, AND LET THE GOOD PREVAIL, FR. AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS DISAPPOINTED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |