The American Village: And Other Poems
The American Village: And Other Poems
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That the only true coin might to me be displayed ; That my heart might be stamped with an image divine, The Image of Christ — and, like Him, ever shine With lustre more brilliant than finest of gold.
And living, when ages on ages have rolled ; That to me, a poor pilgrim, might ever be given The coin that is current with angels in heaven.
^^ Digitized by Google f- H8I Ji^Al> CHILD.
THE DEAD CHILD.
Sung bjr cbildren at a burial fcene.
Our child is gone! The cold clay lies Silent and stiff before ...our eyes ; Before onr eyes.
The lips that moved with living breath, Are moveless. This, O ! this is death.
O ! this is death.
Our child is gone ! His pulse is still ; Hie young, warm, beating heart is chill.
Loved heart! tis chilL Like marble is that pallid brow, And sightless are his bright eyes now: His bright eyes now.
Our child is gone! The voice that gushed like tones of birds in spring, is hushed ; Sweet voice ! tis hushed.
The limbs that sported by our door.
Are coffined up, to sport no more : To sport no more.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
That the only true coin might to me be displayed ; That my heart might be stamped with an image divine, The Image of Christ — and, like Him, ever shine With lustre more brilliant than finest of gold.
And living, when ages on ages have rolled ; That to me, a poor pilgrim, might ever be given The coin that is current with angels in heaven.
^^ Digitized by Google f- H8I Ji^Al> CHILD.
THE DEAD CHILD.
Sung bjr cbildren at a burial fcene.
Our child is gone! The cold clay lies Silent and stiff before ...our eyes ; Before onr eyes.
The lips that moved with living breath, Are moveless. This, O ! this is death.
O ! this is death.
Our child is gone ! His pulse is still ; Hie young, warm, beating heart is chill.
Loved heart! tis chilL Like marble is that pallid brow, And sightless are his bright eyes now: His bright eyes now.
Our child is gone! The voice that gushed like tones of birds in spring, is hushed ; Sweet voice ! tis hushed.
The limbs that sported by our door.
Are coffined up, to sport no more : To sport no more.
What to read after The American Village: And Other Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Charles Wheeler Denison to read onlineMoreLess
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