PEACE to the tenants of the tomb Whom oft we met in hall and bower, Peace to the buried friends with whom We shared the charm of Music's hour; Tho' dead, they are not mute, for still Does memory wake some favoured strain That makes our yearning bosoms thrill As if they lived and sang again. Health to the friends we still possess; O! long and often may we meet, Our yet remaining years to bless With Music's pleasures pure and sweet; And praises to the power divine That gave to man the precious boon, Which make's life's social evening shine As brightly as its morn and noon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 32. AL-KHABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN CYNTHIA ON HORSEBACK by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 49. THE ENGLISH RACE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |