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SPIRITS OF THE DEAD.

Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude

Which is not loneliness--for then

The spirits of the dead who stood

In life before thee are again

In death around thee--and their will

Shall overshadow thee: be still.

The night--tho' clear--shall frown--

And the stars shall not look down

From their high thrones in the Heaven,

With light like Hope to mortals given--

But their red orbs, without beam,

To thy weariness shall seem

As a burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee forever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish--

Now are visions ne'er to vanish--

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more--like dew-drops from the grass.

The breeze--the breath of God--is still--

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy--shadowy--yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token--

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

1837.

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		Disturbances in society are never more fearful than when those who are stirring up the trouble can use the pretext of religion to mask their true designs. Denis Diderot