"CREDE TANTUM."
Dear weeper at the grassy bed,
Where Love lies cold, with folded eyes,
The life thou mournest is not dead,
Wait, and have faith, it shall arise!
Where Love lies cold, with folded eyes,
The life thou mournest is not dead,
Wait, and have faith, it shall arise!
If, from thy narrow dell of earth,
It seems for some new heaven to soar;
Distrust not Love's immortal birth,
Believe it lives, to die no more.
It seems for some new heaven to soar;
Distrust not Love's immortal birth,
Believe it lives, to die no more.
Have faith! have faith! though cold and death
Dim the soft eye and still the heart,
Though closed the lips and hushed the breath,
Though hope and fear alike depart.
Dim the soft eye and still the heart,
Though closed the lips and hushed the breath,
Though hope and fear alike depart.
Believe, for surer than the rise
Of morning o'er the stagnant sea,
New light shall fill those frozen eyes,
New smiles shall part thy lips for thee.
Of morning o'er the stagnant sea,
New light shall fill those frozen eyes,
New smiles shall part thy lips for thee.
