So hopeful o’er the grave the faithful stand,
Wherein their brethren in the dust repose,
Grasped in the Father’s Omnipresent hand.
J. A. Heraud.
I saw in visions of still thought reveal’d,
Two silent forms before me; both were fair,
But yet how much unlike that voiceless pair,
Except in outward beauty. One appeal’d
To all, save hearts by pride and passion steel’d,