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[s] Tū 176 POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, LINES Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, to THE MEMory of “AN NIE,” who died AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860.
While angels watch the soft repose. So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son
“Jesus saith unto her, woman, why weepest thout whom seek
est thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him.
Walketh a gardener in meekness clad ;
And his mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
Fair are the silent foldings of his robes,
And when he walks, each floweret to his will
Every green leaf thrills to its tender heart,
No fear of storm, or cold, or bitter frost,
And all our pleasant haunts of earthly love
And his far-darting eye, with starry beam,
We call them ours, o'erwept with selfish tears,
But when some sunny spot in those bright fields
Down sweeps a starry angel in the night:
Where stood our tree, our flower, there is a grave :
Like a new star outblossomed in the skies,
Dear friend, no more upon that lonely mound,
Drop thou the tear, but raise the fainting eye
Thy garden rosebud bore within its breast
That the bleak climate of this lower sphere
Yes, the sweet Gardener hath borne her hence,
Full blossomed in his fields of cloudless day.