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• Prospice

  Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat,
  The mist in my face,
  When the snows begin, and the blasts denote …

  Robert Browning

• Farewell

  I Strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
  Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
  I warmed both hands before the fire of life,— …

  Walter Savage Landor

• “Asleep! asleep!”

  “And so saying, he fell asleep.”
  Martyrdom of Saint Stephen
  ASLEEP! asleep! men talk of “sleep,” …

  Lucy Ann Bennett

• Hush!

  Oh, hush thee, Earth! Fold thou thy weary palms!
  The sunset glory fadeth in the west;
  The purple splendor leaves the mountain’s crest; …

  Julia C. R. Dorr

• The Angel of Patience

  A Free Paraphrase of the German
  TO weary hearts, to mourning homes,
  God’s meekest Angel gently comes: …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• “They are all gone”

  They are all gone into the world of light,
  And I alone sit lingering here!
  Their very memory is fair and bright, …

  Henry Vaughan

• The Bottom Drawer

  In the best chamber of the house,
  Shut up in dim, uncertain light,
  There stood an antique chest of drawers, …

  Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr

• Over the River

  Over the river they beckon to me,
  Loved ones who ’ve crossed to the farther side,
  The gleam of their snowy robes I see, …

  Nancy Amelia Woodbury Priest Wakefield

• Grief for the Dead

  O Hearts that never cease to yearn!
  O brimming tears that ne’er are dried!
  The dead, though they depart, return …

  Anonymous

• The Two Waitings

  I.
  dear hearts, you were waiting a year ago
  For the glory to be revealed; …

  John White Chadwick

• For Charlie’s Sake

  The Night is late, the house is still;
  The angels of the hour fulfil
  Their tender ministries, and move …

  John Williamson Palmer

• Watching for Papa

  She always stood upon the steps
  Just by the cottage door,
  Waiting to kiss me when I came …

  Anonymous

• Song: “She ’s somewhere in the sunlight strong”

  She ’s somewhere in the sunlight strong,
  Her tears are in the falling rain,
  She calls me in the wind’s soft song, …

  Richard Le Gallienne

• The Reaper and the Flowers

  There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
  And, with his sickle keen,
  He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• “Only a year”

  One year ago,—a ringing voice,
  A clear blue eye,
  And clustering curls of sunny hair, …

  Harriet Beecher Stowe

• Blessed are They that Mourn

  Oh, deem not they are blest alone
  Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
  The Power who pities man, has shown …

  William Cullen Bryant

• Lines to the Memory of “Annie”

  Who Died at Milan, June 6, 1860
  “Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him.”
  —JOHN xx. 15. …

  Harriet Beecher Stowe

• Death in Youth

  From “Festus”
  FOR to die young is youth’s divinest gift;
  To pass from one world fresh into another, …

  Philip James Bailey

• In Memoriam F. A. S.

  Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember
  How of human days he lived the better part.
  April came to bloom and never dim December …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• Christus Consolator

  Beside the dead I knelt for prayer,
  And felt a presence as I prayed.
  Lo! it was Jesus standing there. …

  Rossiter Worthington Raymond

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