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Poem July 1, 1829

The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser

Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts

What is this article about?

A lyrical poem by Mrs. Hemans reflecting on the transience of all things in the world—from nature to human spirit and love—with a hopeful vision of an eternal afterlife where loved ones reunite beyond decay.

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From the Spirit and Manners of the Age.

PASSING AWAY.—By MRS. HEMANS.

"Passing away" is written on the world, and
all the world contains.

It is written on the rose,
In its glory's full array;
Read what those buds disclose—
"Passing away."

It is written on the skies
Of the soft blue summer day;
It is traced in sunset's dyes—
"Passing away."

It is written on the trees
As their young leaves glistening play,
And on the brighter things than these—
"Passing away."

It is written on the brow
Where the spirit's ardent ray
Lives, burns, and triumphs now—
"Passing away."

It is written on the heart—
Alas! that there decay
Should claim from love a part!
"Passing away."

Friends, friends! oh! shall we meet
Where the spoiler finds no prey,
Where lovely things and sweet
Pass not away?

Shall we know each other's eyes,
With the thoughts that in them lay,
When they meet beneath the skies
Which pass away?

Oh! if this may be so,
Speed, speed, thou closing day!
How blest, from earth's vain show,
To pass away.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy Ode

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Nature Seasons Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Passing Away Mrs Hemans Transience Mortality Nature Decay Afterlife Hope Eternal Reunion

What entities or persons were involved?

By Mrs. Hemans.

Poem Details

Title

Passing Away.

Author

By Mrs. Hemans.

Key Lines

"Passing Away" Is Written On The World, And All The World Contains. "Passing Away." Friends, Friends! Oh! Shall We Meet Where The Spoiler Finds No Prey, Where Lovely Things And Sweet Pass Not Away? Oh! If This May Be So, Speed, Speed, Thou Closing Day! How Blest, From Earth's Vain Show, To Pass Away.

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