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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

There is no flock, however watched and...
Language: English 
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair!

The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying,
Will not be comforted!

Let us be patient! These severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise,
But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors;
Amid these earthly damps
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers
May be heaven's distant lamps.

There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.

She is not dead, --the child of our affection, --
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.

In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,
By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives, whom we call dead.

Day after day we think what she is doing
In those bright realms of air;
Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,
Behold her grown more fair.

Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken
The bond which nature gives,
Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken,
May reach her where she lives.

Not as a child shall we again behold her;
For when with raptures wild
In our embraces we again enfold her,
She will not be a child;

But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,
Clothed with celestial grace;
And beautiful with all the soul's expansion
Shall we behold her face.

And though at times impetuous with emotion
And anguish long suppressed,
The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,
That cannot be at rest, --

We will be patient, and assuage the feeling
We may not wholly stay;
By silence sanctifying, not concealing,
The grief that must have way.

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Text Authorship:

  • by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "Resignation", appears in The Seaside and the Fireside, first published 1849 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Across the river" [ voice and piano ], initials M. R. L. [sung text not yet checked]
  • by John Blockley (1800 - 1882), "Resignation" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by John Edgar Gould (1822 - 1875), "Resignation", published 1850 [ voice and optional piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Percy G. Mocatta , "Resignation" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Charlotte Alington Pye (1830 - 1869), as Claribel, "Resignation", published 186-? [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Francis (Frank) Romer (1810 - 1889), "Resignation" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
  • by Samuel Smith , "Resignation" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-06-19
Line count: 52
Word count: 327

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