Poetry
PASSING AWAY.
Mothers! where are they? - where?
They are gone from this passing scene,
Gone with the dreams of joy that were,
As if they ne’er had been.
Husbands! where are they? - where?
The visions of life are fled;
But they live - beneath - above - in air,
For spirits can ne’er be dead.
Children! where are they? - where?
Will the sun or stars reply?
Nor earth, nor sea, nor air,
Will answer to the cry.
Return they not with the early morn?
Where are the lost ones? say -
Gone to a land whence none return,
But where, - Oh, where are they?
Dear ones! where are they? - where?
They are gone from the village home;
We ponder and gaze on the empty chair,
And recall the voice’s tone.
Loved ones! where are they? - where?
We stand by the vacant bed,
