Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

The Grave

There is a spot so still and dreary,
It is a pillow to the weary;
It is so solemn and so lone,
That grief forgets to heave a groan.

There life's storms can enter never;
There 't is dark and lonely ever;
The mourner there shall seek repose,
And there the wanderer's journey close.

1. The Mermaid
2. An Address to My Muse
3. On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs.--
4. On an Æolian Harp
5. To Mamma

Caroline Clive The Grave ("I STOOD within the grave's o'ershadowing vault")

Print

1761 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version