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564 Poetry *—On the Death of Mrs . George Kenrick .
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iTiy virtues like a crown of light , Beamed in full glory round thy head ; We never deemed a thing so bright Could die so soon—and thbu art dead . Thou , dead , ] and we are left alone 'Neath overpowering grief to groan .
And whither , whither shall we turn From sorrow that hath pierced us thro * ? We meet with none but those who mourn , And vainly ask for comfort too ! We weep—they weep—but hearts that bleed Far other consolation need .
Angel ! when from her throne above She looks upon our cell below , 'Twouid break her bliss , 'twould wound her love To see us thus desponding . No ! We'll bear it all—as ' neath ber eye , That now regards us from the sk y * And if some bursting t ; ear should stray
Down our pale cheeks—some struggling sigh Break forth—we'll wipe that tear away , That sigh subdue , and smilingly Look up to heaven and feel we share Her bliss unutterable there . Thou gentle Spirit ! in thy course
There were no rocks , no ruggedness—Nor strife , nor sorrow , nor remorse ,. But all wa 3 pleasantness and peace ; For all was calmest virtue . Thou Ne ' er gav ' st our hearts a grief , till now . Not long ago thy blue eyes met
The fading sun , when evening spread Its hues of light—He never set More calmly , than upon thy bed Of death tbou sinkedst , when thy even Waned , and thy spirit flew tp heaven
-The autumnal flowers look smiling on—There ' s life and joy in field and wood ; Yet she who waked their smiles is gone—We wander forth in solitude ! Mock not our woes , sweet flowers—but hear And sympathize with our despair .
Despair ? O no ! ' tis thoughtless , —vain—In every flower and field and tree We'll trace that lovely smile again , Which beamed upon them , Saint ! from thee Yes ! stars and flowers and all that's fair Thy image holds , thy name shall bear . Some star that's brighter than the rest ,
Some flower whose fragrance never dies , Shall blend them with thy memory blest , Shall consecrate thy obsequies , And hourly as we think of thee These shall thy sweet memorial be . Sept . 23 , 1824 .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1824, page 564, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2528/page/52/
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