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Poem
June 12, 1824
The Ladies' Garland
Harpers Ferry, Jefferson County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A poem by Mrs. Roscoe of Liverpool, 'The Mourner,' portrays a woman embracing her beloved in grief, finding joy and strength in their shared love, suffering, and heavenly hopes amid life's blasts.
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THE MOURNER.
BY MRS. ROSCOE, OF LIVERPOOL.
She flung her white arms round him. "Thou art all
That this poor heart can cling to, yet I feel
That I am rich in blessings; and the tear
Of this most bitter moment still is mingled
With a strange joy. Reposing on thy heart
I hear the blasts of fortune sweeping by,
As a babe lists to music, -wondering,
But not affrighted. In the darkest hour
Thy smile is brightest: and when I am wretched
Then am I most beloved. In hours like this
The soul's resources rise, and all its strength
Bounds into being. I would rather live
With all my faculties thus wakened round me,
Of hopes and fears, and joys, and sympathies,
A few short moments, e'en with every feeling
Smarting from fate's deep lash--than a long age.
However calm and free from turbulence,
Bereft of these most high capacities.
Nor vainly have I nursed them; for there is
An impulse ev'n in suffering; and so pure
Rise the eternal hopes, call'd by the anguish
Of a world-wearied spirit, with such light
They rush before me, like a sunny ray,
Piercing the dark shades of my clouded thoughts,
That for such high and holy consolations,
I welcome misery; and I know thy heart
Hath the same bless'd anchor. In heaven-ward hopes
We drank the cup of youthful happiness;
And now when sorrow shades our early promise
In heaven-ward trust we comfort one another."
BY MRS. ROSCOE, OF LIVERPOOL.
She flung her white arms round him. "Thou art all
That this poor heart can cling to, yet I feel
That I am rich in blessings; and the tear
Of this most bitter moment still is mingled
With a strange joy. Reposing on thy heart
I hear the blasts of fortune sweeping by,
As a babe lists to music, -wondering,
But not affrighted. In the darkest hour
Thy smile is brightest: and when I am wretched
Then am I most beloved. In hours like this
The soul's resources rise, and all its strength
Bounds into being. I would rather live
With all my faculties thus wakened round me,
Of hopes and fears, and joys, and sympathies,
A few short moments, e'en with every feeling
Smarting from fate's deep lash--than a long age.
However calm and free from turbulence,
Bereft of these most high capacities.
Nor vainly have I nursed them; for there is
An impulse ev'n in suffering; and so pure
Rise the eternal hopes, call'd by the anguish
Of a world-wearied spirit, with such light
They rush before me, like a sunny ray,
Piercing the dark shades of my clouded thoughts,
That for such high and holy consolations,
I welcome misery; and I know thy heart
Hath the same bless'd anchor. In heaven-ward hopes
We drank the cup of youthful happiness;
And now when sorrow shades our early promise
In heaven-ward trust we comfort one another."
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Mourning
Sorrow
Love
Consolation
Faith
Suffering
Heavenly Hopes
Mrs Roscoe
Liverpool
What entities or persons were involved?
By Mrs. Roscoe, Of Liverpool.
Poem Details
Title
The Mourner.
Author
By Mrs. Roscoe, Of Liverpool.
Key Lines
She Flung Her White Arms Round Him. "Thou Art All
That This Poor Heart Can Cling To, Yet I Feel
That I Am Rich In Blessings; And The Tear
Of This Most Bitter Moment Still Is Mingled
With A Strange Joy.
In Heaven Ward Hopes
We Drank The Cup Of Youthful Happiness;
And Now When Sorrow Shades Our Early Promise
In Heaven Ward Trust We Comfort One Another."