Sonnet on the Obituary

SONNET ON THE OBITUARY.

( FOR THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE. )

are the thrillings of the mind's repose-- While mute attention pauses o'er each tale, The flush is deepen'd, or the cheek grows pale, The gasp is breathless, and the eyelid flows: Whether with infant hush'd at mother's breast, Or bounding freely from the guiding arms, Or beaming bright in full resplendent charms, Or with grey locks, upon the pillow'd rest,—- Whate'er the ties which may have sever'd been, Widely around there still hath been bereaving As this list tells, much sorrow and sad leaving, Or in tumultuous or in quiet scene-- Here shew, as passing now before the eye, Those on Life's road who long since have gone by. March 17th -   C.V.L.G.