SPIRITS OF THE DEAD,
Thy soul shall ﬁnd itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone:
Not one, of all Lhe crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of aecrcsy.
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not Ionclincss,--for then
The spirits of the dead Who stood
In life before thee um
In dcuth around thoe,-4uid their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,-
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given:
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy wcnrincss shall seem
burning und u
\Vhich would cling to thee forever.