Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Lyrics. I. AuburnRichard Wilton (18271903)
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By pleasant fields surrounded,
Where now for centuries the ocean-flood
With melancholy murmur has resounded.
Where now the sea-bird hovers—
Here stretched the shady lane and sheltering wood,
The twilight haunt of long-forgotten lovers.
Here raised its “silent finger,”
Sweet bells were heard and voice of rustic choir,
Where now the pensive chimes of ocean linger.
Stood round in happy cluster,
Warm and secure, where the rude breaker foams,
And Winter winds with angry billows bluster.
Reposed the dead of ages:
When lo! with rush of desecrating waves,
Through the green churchyard the loud tempest rages.
Till washed away by ocean,
Whose waters smile to-day in careless mood
O’er its whelmed site, and dance with merry motion.
’Mid life’s dear comforts dwelling:
Soon we shall pass—Oh! for a Saviour’s hand
When round our “earthly house” Death’s waves are swelling.