Then comes, with an awful roar, The storm-wind! Howl! howl! and from the forest O Soul! could thus decay, For there shall come a mightier blast, And the stars, from heaven down-cast, Kyrie, eleison! L'ENVOI. YE voices, that arose After the evening's close, And whispered to my restless heart repose! Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear, And say to them, "Be of good cheer!" Ye sounds, so low and calm, Go, mingle yet once more With the perpetual roar Of the pine-forest, dark and hoar ! Tongues of the dead, not lost, Glimmer, as funeral lamps, Of the vast plain where Death encamps! THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE. DEDICATION. As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, So walking here in twilight, O my friends! His words of friendship, comfort, and assistance. If any thought of mine, or sung or told, Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shewn! Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token, That teaches me, when seeming most alone, Friends are around us, though no word be spoken. Kind messages, that pass from land to land; One touch of fire, and all the rest is mystery ! |