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Title: Naples Author: John Greenleaf Whittier [More Titles by Whittier] INSCRIBED TO ROBERT C. WATERSTON, OF BOSTON. Helen Waterston died at Naples in her eighteenth year, and lies buried in the Protestant cemetery there. The stone over her grave bears the lines, Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms, I give thee joy!--I know to thee
I know that when the sky shut down And, through thy tears, the mocking day Through thy great farewell sorrow shot Thou knewest not the land was blest That every sweet and saintly grave That pledge is answered. To thy ear Ring Victor in. The land sits free She smiles above her broken chain Oh, joy for all, who hear her call A new life breathes among her vines Lean, O my friend, to meet that breath, Thy sorrow shall no more be pain, 1860. [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |