Lament

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Title

Lament

Description

Poem lamenting death

Language

Format

One page typewritten document

Publisher

IBCC Digital Archive

Rights

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Contributor

Identifier

MNichollsJEK2011088-200201-22

Transcription

There is a land where silent footsteps tread
In gracious reverence o’er spirits of the dead.
And weakly grasp at Gods most bounteous store
Of earthly beauty, their eyes shall see no more.
Each heart so broken, and each cloud so grey
Each night so dark, no sun to fill the day
With light and peace, no voice within the soul
To fortify their lives gainst [sic] war so foul.
Yet they with patience bear each hurtful wound
Seeking afar into a world unknown
Abundant hope, to greet the future dawn
The grey clouds passing to reveal the golden morn.

Citation

“Lament,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed January 19, 2022, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/25414.

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