Poem by Henry Timrod

Sonnets. 15. In Memoriam—Harris Simons

True Christian, tender husband, gentle Sire,
A stricken household mourns thee, but its loss
Is Heaven's gain and thine; upon the cross
God hangs the crown, the pinion, and the lyre:
And thou hast won them all.  Could we desire
To quench that diadem's celestial light,
To hush thy song and stay thy heavenward flight,
Because we miss thee by this autumn fire?
Ah, no! ah, no!—chant on!—soar on!—Reign on!
For we are better—thou art happier thus;
And haply from the splendor of thy throne,
Or haply from the echoes of thy psalm,
Something may fall upon us, like the calm
To which thou shalt hereafter welcome us!

1. Carmen Triumphale
2. The Unknown Dead
3. Vox et Præterea Nihil
4. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
5. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name

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