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O for a dirge! But why complain?
We pay a high and holy debt ;
Sad doom, at Sorrow's shrine to kneel,
But nature to its inmost part
Was ever Spirit that could bend
Pale was her hue; yet mortal cheek
But hushed be every thought that springs
As snowdrop on an infant's grave,
Thou takest not away, O Death!
INVOCATION TO THE EARTH.
1. “REST, rest, perturbed Earth! “O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind !” A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind: “ From regions where no evil thing has birth “ I come — thy stains to wash away, “ Thy cherished fetters to unbind, “ To open thy sad eyes upon a milder day. “The Heavens are throngedwith martyrs that haverisen
“ From out thy noisome prison;
“ The penal caverns groan 6. With tens of thousands rent from off the tree
Of hopeful life, - by Battle's whirlwind blown “ Into the deserts of Eternity.
Unpitied havoc ! Victims unlamented ! “ But not on high, where madness is resented, • And murder causes some sad tears to flow, “ Though, from the widely-sweeping blow, “ The choirs of Angels spread, triumphantly augmented.
“ Obdurate, proud, and blind,
Thy lost maternal heart to re-infuse ! “Scattering this far-fetched moisture from my wings,
Upon the act a blessing I implore, “ Of which the rivers in their secret springs, “ The rivers stained so oft with human gore, “ Are conscious ;— may the like return no more !
May Discord — for a Seraph's care “ Shall be attended with a bolder prayer May she, who once disturbed the seats of bliss
“ These mortal spheres above, “ Bé chained for ever to the black abyss ! “ And thou, O rescued Earth, by peace and love, “ And merciful desires, thy sanctity approve !"
The Spirit ended his mysterious rite,