Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

Along the Shore Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

Book Excerptn dead I lie, forgotten, deepWithin the earth and sunken past, Still shall my jewel light my dust, --The worth God gives us, first and last!A SONG BEFORE GRIEF. Sorrow, my friend, When shall you come again?The wind is slow, and the bent willows sendTheir silvery motions wearily down the plain. The bird is deadThat sang this morning through the summer rain!Sorrow, my friend, I owe my soul to you. And if my life with any glory endOf tenderness for others, and the words are true, Said, honoring, when I'm dead, --Sorrow, to you, the mellow praise, the funeralwreath, are due. And yet, my friend, When love and joy are strong, Your terrible visage from my sight I rendWith glances to blue heaven. Hovering along, By mine your shadow led,"Away!" I shriek, "nor dare to work my new-sprung mercies wrong!"Still, you are near: Who can your care withstand?When deep eternity shall l