@3He that was dead rose up and spoke@1 -- He spoke! Was it of that majestic world unknown? Those words, which first the bier's dread silence broke, Came they with revelation in each tone? Were the far cities of the nations gone, The solemn halls of consciousness or sleep, For man uncurtained by that spirit lone, Back from their portal summoned o'er the deep? Be hushed, my soul! the veil of darkness lay Still drawn: thy Lord called back the voice departed To spread His truth, to comfort His weak-hearted, Not to reveal the mysteries of its way. Oh! take that lesson home in silent faith, Put on submissive strength, to @3meet@1, not @3question@1, death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL ON THE MASSACRE by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK STANZAS TO AUGUSTA (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DUEL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |