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Angel of Death extend thy silent reign	A
Stretch thy dark sceptre o'er this new domain	A
No sable car along the winding road	B
Has borne to earth its unresisting load	B
No sudden mound has risen yet to show	C
Where the pale slumberer folds his arms below	C
No marble gleams to bid his memory live	D
In the brief lines that hurrying Time can give	E
Yet O Destroyer from thy shrouded throne	F
Look on our gift this realm is all thine own	F
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Fair is the scene its sweetness oft beguiled	G
From their dim paths the children of the wild	G
The dark haired maiden loved its grassy dells	H
The feathered warrior claimed its wooded swells	H
Still on its slopes the ploughman's ridges show	C
The pointed flints that left his fatal bow	I
Chipped with rough art and slow barbarian toil	J
Last of his wrecks that strews the alien soil	J
Here spread the fields that heaped their ripened store	K
Till the brown arms of Labor held no more	K
The scythe's broad meadow with its dusky blush	L
The sickle's harvest with its velvet flush	L
The green haired maize her silken tresses laid	M
In soft luxuriance on her harsh brocade	M
The gourd that swells beneath her tossing plume	N
The coarser wheat that rolls in lakes of bloom	N
Its coral stems and milk white flowers alive	D
With the wide murmurs of the scattered hive	D
Here glowed the apple with the pencilled streak	O
Of morning painted on its southern cheek	O
The pear's long necklace strung with golden drops	H
Arched like the banian o'er its pillared props	H
Here crept the growths that paid the laborer's care	P
With the cheap luxuries wealth consents to spare	P
Here sprang the healing herbs which could not save	Q
The hand that reared them from the neighboring grave	Q
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Yet all its varied charms forever free	R
From task and tribute Labor yields to thee	R
No more when April sheds her fitful rain	A
The sower's hand shall cast its flying grain	A
No more when Autumn strews the flaming leaves	H
The reaper's band shall gird its yellow sheaves	H
For thee alike the circling seasons flow	C
Till the first blossoms heave the latest snow	C
In the stiff clod below the whirling drifts	H
In the loose soil the springing herbage lifts	H
In the hot dust beneath the parching weeds	H
Life's withering flower shall drop its shrivelled seeds	H
Its germ entranced in thy unbreathing sleep	S
Till what thou sowest mightier angels reap	S
	-
Spirit of Beauty let thy graces blend	T
With loveliest Nature all that Art can lend	T
Come from the bowers where Summer's life blood flows	H
Through the red lips of June's half open rose	H
Dressed in bright hues the loving sunshine's dower	U
For tranquil Nature owns no mourning flower	V
Come from the forest where the beech's screen	W
Bars the fierce moonbeam with its flakes of green	W
Stay the rude axe that bares the shadowy plains	H
Stanch the deep wound That dries the maple's veins	H
Come with the stream whose silver braided rills	H
Fling their unclasping bracelets from the hills	H
Till in one gleam beneath the forest's wings	H
Melts the white glitter of a hundred springs	H
Come from the steeps where look majestic forth	X
From their twin thrones the Giants of the North	X
On the huge shapes that crouching at their knees	H
Stretch their broad shoulders rough with shaggy trees	H
Through the wide waste of ether not in vain	A
Their softened gaze shall reach our distant plain	A
There while the mourner turns his aching eyes	H
On the blue mounds that print the bluer skies	H
Nature shall whisper that the fading view	Y
Of mightiest grief may wear a heavenly hue	Y
Cherub of Wisdom let thy marble page	Z
Leave its sad lesson new to every age	Z
Teach us to live not grudging every breath	A2
To the chill winds that waft us on to death	A2
But ruling calmly every pulse it warms	H
And tempering gently every word it forms	H
Seraph of Love in heaven's adoring zone	F
Nearest of all around the central throne	F
While with soft hands the pillowed turf we spread	B2
That soon shall hold us in its dreamless bed	B2
With the low whisper Who shall first be laid	M
In the dark chamber's yet unbroken shade	M
Let thy sweet radiance shine rekindled here	C2
And all we cherish grow more truly dear	D2
Here in the gates of Death's o'erhanging vault	E2
Oh teach us kindness for our brother's fault	E2
Lay all our wrongs beneath this peaceful sod	F2
And lead our hearts to Mercy and its God	F2
	-
FATHER of all in Death's relentless claim	G2
We read thy mercy by its sterner name	G2
In the bright flower that decks the solemn bier	C2
We see thy glory in its narrowed sphere	D2
In the deep lessons that affliction draws	H
We trace the curves of thy encircling laws	H
In the long sigh that sets our spirits free	R
We own the love that calls us back to Thee	R
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Through the hushed street along the silent plain	A
The spectral future leads its mourning train	A
Dark with the shadows of uncounted bands	H
Where man's white lips and woman's wringing hands	H
Track the still burden rolling slow before	K
That love and kindness can protect no more	K
The smiling babe that called to mortal strife	H2
Shuts its meek eyes and drops its little life	H2
The drooping child who prays in vain to live	D
And pleads for help its parent cannot give	E
The pride of beauty stricken in its flower	V
The strength of manhood broken in an hour	V
Age in its weakness bowed by toil and care	P
Traced in sad lines beneath its silvered hair	P
	-
The sun shall set and heaven's resplendent spheres	H
Gild the smooth turf unhallowed yet by tears	H
But ah how soon the evening stars will shed	B2
Their sleepless light around the slumbering dead	B2
	-
Take them O Father in immortal trust	I2
Ashes to ashes dust to kindred dust	I2
Till the last angel rolls the stone away	J2
And a new morning brings eternal day	J2

Oliver Wendell Holmes

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