Poems Sigourney 1834/Farewell to an Ancient Church

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4020385Poems Sigourney 1834Farewell to an Ancient Church1834Lydia Sigourney



FAREWELL TO AN ANCIENT CHURCH.


Farewell, thou consecrated dome,
    Whence prayer and chant and anthem rose,
Whose walls have given meek hope a home,
    And tearful penitence, repose.

Here gathered round their[1] shepherd-guide
    A flock, to the Redeemer dear,
While praise in full responsive tide
    Soared heavenward, to its native sphere.

Here at this altar's hallowed side,
    Oft was the bond of deathless love
Sealed by the kneeling, trembling bride—
    Where is that bride? Perchance above.

The mother here her infant drew,
    Unscathed by sin, or sorrow's rod,
To win the pure, baptismal dew—
    Where is that mother? Ask of God.

And duly here have childhood's train
    Bowed to Instruction's mildest sway;
But were those ceaseless lessons vain?
    The page of doom alone can say.

Here many a brow in beauty's prime
    Hath faded, like the rose-tinged cloud,
And many a head grown white with time,
    That towered in manhood's glory proud.


Oh! if from yon celestial place,
    Bright bands regard a world like this,
Here many a sainted soul may trace
    The birth-place of its endless bliss.

With tenderest recollections fraught,
    How do these parting moments swell!
Thou ancient nurse of holy thought,
    Dear, venerated friend, farewell!

  1. not her, see errata