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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam XXXAlfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam XXX
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With trembling fingers did we weave             The holly round the Christmas hearth;             A rainy cloud possess`d the earth,             and sadly fell on Christmas-eve.                         At our old pastimes in the hall             We gamboll`s, making vain pretence             Of gladness, with an awful sense             Of one mute Shadow watching all.                         We paused: the winds were in the beech:             We heard them sweep the winter land;             And in a circle hand-in-hand             Sat silent, looking each at each.                         Then echo-like our voices rang;             We sung, tho` every eye was dim,             A merry song we sang to him             Last year; impetuously we sang.                         We ceased; a gentler feeling crept             Upon us: surely rest is meet.             `They rest,` we said, `their sleep is sweet,`             And silence follow`d, and we wept.                         Our voices took a higher range;             Once more we sang: `They do not die             Nor lose their mortal sympathy,             Nor change to us, altho` they change;                         `Rapt from the fickle and the frail             With gather`d power, yet the same,             Pierces the keen seraphic flame             From orb to orb, from veil to veil.`                         Rise, happy morn, rise, holy morn,             Draw forth the cheerful day from night:             O Father, touch the east, and light             The light that shone when Hope was born.
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