To The Past


Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls,

O kingdom of the past!

There lie the bygone ages in their palls,

Guarded by shadows vast;

There all is hushed and breathless,

Save when some image of old error falls

Earth worshiped once as deathless.

And, if sometimes a moaning wander-eth

From out thy desolate halls,

If some grim shadow of thy living death

Across our sunshine falls

And, scares the world to error,

The eternal life sends forth melodious breath

To chase the misty terror.

  • Lowell river-6

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