O boy at peace upon the Dela-ware! O brother mine, that fell in battle front Of life, so braver, nobler far than I, The wanderer who vexed all gentleness, Receive this song; I have but this to give. I may not rear the rich man's ghostly stone; But you, through all my follies loving still And trusting me. . . nay, I shall not forget. A failing hand in mine, and fading eyes That look'd in mine as from another land, You said: "Some gentler things; a song for Peace. 'Mid all your songs for men one song for God." And then the dark-brow'd mother Death, bent down Her face to yours, and you were born to Him. @3"In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wild waste there still is a tree." Though the many lights dwindle to one light, There is help if the heavens have one." "Change lays not her handupontruth."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE DRINKING SONG (4) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE UNSUNG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |