Poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Dirge

CALM on the bosom of thy God,
   Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
   His seal was on thy brow.

Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
   Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
   No more may fear to die. 

1. Taliesin’s Prophecy
2. The Dial of Flowers
3. Druid Chorus on the Landing of the Romans
4. Our Lady’s Well
5. The Music of St. Patrick’s

Edna Millay Dirge ("Boys and girls that held her dear")

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