Elle était du monde, ou les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin: Et Rose, elle a dure, ce que durent les roses, L'espace d'un matin. Earth ! guard what here we lay in [holy]1 trust ; That which hath left our home a darkened place, Wanting the form, the smile, now veiled with dust, The light departed with our loveliest face! Yet from thy bonds, [undying hope springs]2 free -- We have but lent our beautiful to thee ! But thou, O Heaven ! keep, keep what Thou hast taken, And with our treasure keep our hearts on high ! The spirit [meek]3, and yet by pain unshaken, The faith, the love, the lofty constancy.' Guide us where these are with our sister flown, -- They were of Thee, and thou hast claimed thine own !
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1 in another version, "holiest"
2 in another version, "our sorrow's hope is"
3 in another version: "weak"
- by Felicia Dorothea (Browne) Hemans (1793 - 1835), "Monumental inscription" [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 A. J. H. , "Dirge", published 1876-1898 [voice and piano], from Ten songs, no. 6, London : Novello, Ewer; reprinted in Women composers: from the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, 1998 [text not verified]
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