Let the bell toll! another soul Has passed the Stygian river, Without a fear, without a tear, 'Twas rendered to the Giver! To God's high throne that young heart's moan "In pity, spare!" ascended,— Now spared the woe that reigns below, That mournful prayer is ended. Sorrow and doom, and fear and gloom, No more within its vision; It now doth raise soft hymns of praise In happiness Elysian! A distant strand, a foreign land Received his parting sigh,— A mournful fate and desolate So far from home to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN MEMORY OF GENERAL GRANT by HENRY ABBEY A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA AND LOCUSTS BLOOM TOMORROW by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |