In Memory of My Brother
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparell’d in celestrial light The glory and the freshness of a dream It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe’er I may, by night or day The things which I have seen I now can see no more The rainbow comes and goes And lovely is the rose The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair, The sunshine is a glorious birth But yet I know, where’er I go That there hath pass’d away a glory from the earth Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting The Soul that rises with us, our life’s star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home What though the radian...