What softer voice is hush’d over the dead?
Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown?
What form leans sadly o’er the white death-bed,
In mockery of monumental stone,
The heavy heart heaving without a moan?
If it be He, who, gentlest of the wise,
Taught, sooth’d, lov’d, honour’d the departed one,
Let me not vex, with inharmonious sighs,
The silence of that heart’s accepted sacrifice.
David Given Schwarm 