EUTHANASIA.
In the dawn of her life and the bloom of her spring,Dark Asrael fanned her to sleep with his wing;And her form, when the spirit had flown from its shrine,Lay like marble, that’s moulded by chisel divine.Oh, why was she garnered in life’s early bloomTo grace with her beauty the clods of the tomb?There were victims for death, who were weary and old,And who longed for the slumber unbroken and cold.But her loveliness lives, for escaped from its urn,In blossoms and odors her dust shall return—And the Hesper-like glory, that shone in her eye,To-night will be beaming a star in the sky.
In the dawn of her life and the bloom of her spring,Dark Asrael fanned her to sleep with his wing;And her form, when the spirit had flown from its shrine,Lay like marble, that’s moulded by chisel divine.Oh, why was she garnered in life’s early bloomTo grace with her beauty the clods of the tomb?There were victims for death, who were weary and old,And who longed for the slumber unbroken and cold.But her loveliness lives, for escaped from its urn,In blossoms and odors her dust shall return—And the Hesper-like glory, that shone in her eye,To-night will be beaming a star in the sky.
In the dawn of her life and the bloom of her spring,Dark Asrael fanned her to sleep with his wing;And her form, when the spirit had flown from its shrine,Lay like marble, that’s moulded by chisel divine.
In the dawn of her life and the bloom of her spring,
Dark Asrael fanned her to sleep with his wing;
And her form, when the spirit had flown from its shrine,
Lay like marble, that’s moulded by chisel divine.
Oh, why was she garnered in life’s early bloomTo grace with her beauty the clods of the tomb?There were victims for death, who were weary and old,And who longed for the slumber unbroken and cold.
Oh, why was she garnered in life’s early bloom
To grace with her beauty the clods of the tomb?
There were victims for death, who were weary and old,
And who longed for the slumber unbroken and cold.
But her loveliness lives, for escaped from its urn,In blossoms and odors her dust shall return—And the Hesper-like glory, that shone in her eye,To-night will be beaming a star in the sky.
But her loveliness lives, for escaped from its urn,
In blossoms and odors her dust shall return—
And the Hesper-like glory, that shone in her eye,
To-night will be beaming a star in the sky.