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TO THE MEMORY OF FELICIA HEMANS.
The radiant star is set,
E'en in the golden brightness of its fame!
No cloud to dim the glory of its name.
Nor can the heart forget,
How sweetly has its radiance cheered our way,
Shedding o'er earth the lustre of its ray.
E'en in the golden brightness of its fame!
No cloud to dim the glory of its name.
Nor can the heart forget,
How sweetly has its radiance cheered our way,
Shedding o'er earth the lustre of its ray.
Hushed is the harp's rich note:
The hand that once awoke the soul-fraught strain,
Shall never sweep its broken chords again.
The dying echoes float,
Like twilight music o'er the summer's sea,
Soothing the soul with richest melody.
The hand that once awoke the soul-fraught strain,
Shall never sweep its broken chords again.
The dying echoes float,
Like twilight music o'er the summer's sea,
Soothing the soul with richest melody.
The Christian's race is o'er.
From grief and sorrow free, her feet have pressed
The pathway 'where the weary are at rest."
She treads the blissful shore,
Where joy the strain of holy rapture breathes,
And Love its never-fading chaplet wreathes.
From grief and sorrow free, her feet have pressed
The pathway 'where the weary are at rest."
She treads the blissful shore,
Where joy the strain of holy rapture breathes,
And Love its never-fading chaplet wreathes.
Yes, though the monarch death
May stamp his seal upon the yielding brow,
And bid the form to his stern sceptre bow;—
And though the fleeting breath,
At his behest, the restless quivering cease,
While the immortal spirit finds release;—
May stamp his seal upon the yielding brow,
And bid the form to his stern sceptre bow;—
And though the fleeting breath,
At his behest, the restless quivering cease,
While the immortal spirit finds release;—
