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Poem May 29, 1809

Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser

Portland, Cumberland County, Maine

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Stanzas by Charlotte Richardson, written in May 1808 amid severe illness, lamenting ongoing pain and loss of health, finding solace in faith, patience, and the promise of death's peaceful release to God.

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STANZAS.

BY CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON.

Written in May, 1808, when under the pressure of
severe disease.

Month after month its course has run,
Yet still no dawn of hope I see;
No more will health's reviving sun
Ere shine on me.

Cheerless to me the dawn of day,
While sinking 'neath stern Sickness' power,
Midday sun or ev'ning grey,
Or midnight hour.

For here disease his bow has bent,
And pierc'd me with his keenest dart,
While pain my vital strength has pent,
And chill'd my heart.

Beneath his power I strive in vain
In balmy rest my eyes to close;
From opium's aid alone I gain
A short repose.

Oh! when will all these sorrows cease,
Whose weight o'erpowers my fainting breast?
When shall this fluttering heart find peace,
And be at rest?

Be still my soul, with patience wait,
And meekly bear the chast'ning rod;
Remember, all thy suffering state
Is known to God,

Doubt not his care and tender love
Although his dealings seem severe;
Strive by affliction to improve,
And him revere.

What though disease thy days consume?
Soon death will bring a sweet release;
And those within the silent tomb
Shall rest in peace.

Dust unto dust shall there return;
While the immortal soul shall fly,
By heav'nly messengers upborne,
To God on high.

What sub-type of article is it?

Elegy Hymn

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Religious Faith Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Illness Disease Suffering Faith Patience Death God Release

What entities or persons were involved?

By Charlotte Richardson

Poem Details

Title

Stanzas

Author

By Charlotte Richardson

Subject

Written In May, 1808, When Under The Pressure Of Severe Disease

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains In Iambic Tetrameter

Key Lines

Month After Month Its Course Has Run, Yet Still No Dawn Of Hope I See; No More Will Health's Reviving Sun Ere Shine On Me. Be Still My Soul, With Patience Wait, And Meekly Bear The Chast'ning Rod; Remember, All Thy Suffering State Is Known To God, What Though Disease Thy Days Consume? Soon Death Will Bring A Sweet Release; And Those Within The Silent Tomb Shall Rest In Peace. Dust Unto Dust Shall There Return; While The Immortal Soul Shall Fly, By Heav'nly Messengers Upborne, To God On High.

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