Poems (Denver)/Asleep
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ASLEEP.
She has fallen into a deep slumber, so deep
That the voice of affection will break it no more;
In vain do you linger, in vain do you weep,
The struggle is past, and the parting is o'er;
The sweet lute is shivered, and hushed is the lay,
The flower is broken that knew not decay.
That the voice of affection will break it no more;
In vain do you linger, in vain do you weep,
The struggle is past, and the parting is o'er;
The sweet lute is shivered, and hushed is the lay,
The flower is broken that knew not decay.
Death came on a sudden, and touched her young heart;
All the freshness of youth, all its beauty was there;
And 'twas better her spirit from earth should depart,
Ere yet it bowed down to the phantom despair.
She has passed to a slumber too deep for the breath,
And the angel that watches her slumbers is death.
All the freshness of youth, all its beauty was there;
And 'twas better her spirit from earth should depart,
Ere yet it bowed down to the phantom despair.
She has passed to a slumber too deep for the breath,
And the angel that watches her slumbers is death.
Then think of her not with so earthly a love,
As to wish her again in this dark world of care;
The voice of her Father has called her above,
To a love more divine, to a kindred more fair;
He will lift from the dust the sweet treasure he gave;
He hath ransomed the spirit, now free, from the grave.
As to wish her again in this dark world of care;
The voice of her Father has called her above,
To a love more divine, to a kindred more fair;
He will lift from the dust the sweet treasure he gave;
He hath ransomed the spirit, now free, from the grave.