At The Grave Of A Young Mother
by
A transient day,
A troubled night,
The swift decay,
The certain blight,
And death and dust;–
And are these all?–
Nay: those are past;
And she who sleeps
Shall wake at last
Among the just!
A transient day,
A troubled night,
The swift decay,
The certain blight,
And death and dust;–
And are these all?–
Nay: those are past;
And she who sleeps
Shall wake at last
Among the just!