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Poem
October 26, 1842
The Camden Journal
Camden, Kershaw County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
A meditative poem yearning for the peaceful rest of death in a churchyard, contrasting it with the speaker's grief from severed ties, destroyed faith, and bitter hopes, while noting others' fear of death.
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EVENING THOUGHTS.
Oh! for the calm oblivious rest,
Of those who in yon churchyard lie:
There no sad dreams disturb the breast
All, all is deep tranquility.
No racking thoughts their sleep invade,
Like those which round my sad heart press,
Of severed ties—of faith destroyed,
And warm hopes turned to bitterness.
Yet are there some who dread thee, Death,
And tremble at thy peaceful name,
That seals the eye—and draws the breath—
And bears us far from grief and pain.
But, oh! worn out with soul opprest,
I, for whom life hath never smiled.
How gladly would I gain Earth's breast,
Her wearied, lone, forsaken child.
From the Baltimore Sun
Oh! for the calm oblivious rest,
Of those who in yon churchyard lie:
There no sad dreams disturb the breast
All, all is deep tranquility.
No racking thoughts their sleep invade,
Like those which round my sad heart press,
Of severed ties—of faith destroyed,
And warm hopes turned to bitterness.
Yet are there some who dread thee, Death,
And tremble at thy peaceful name,
That seals the eye—and draws the breath—
And bears us far from grief and pain.
But, oh! worn out with soul opprest,
I, for whom life hath never smiled.
How gladly would I gain Earth's breast,
Her wearied, lone, forsaken child.
From the Baltimore Sun
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Evening Thoughts
Churchyard Rest
Death Peace
Severed Ties
Faith Destroyed
Grief Pain
Mortality Longing
What entities or persons were involved?
From The Baltimore Sun
Poem Details
Title
Evening Thoughts.
Author
From The Baltimore Sun
Key Lines
Oh! For The Calm Oblivious Rest,
Of Those Who In Yon Churchyard Lie:
Yet Are There Some Who Dread Thee, Death,
And Tremble At Thy Peaceful Name,
How Gladly Would I Gain Earth's Breast,