INSCRIPTION ON A RUDE STONE

by: George Heath (1844-1869)

      quiet youth in the valleys grew,
      And thought o’er his being a mantle threw,
      And dawned on his spirit a meaning new,
      And he dreamed of a mission great and true;
      But God, in His infinite wisdom, drew
      A severing finger his projects through.
      His life is a fragment—a broken clue—
      His harp had a musical string or two,
      The tension was great, and they sprang and flew,
      And a few brief strains—a scattered few—
      Are all that remain to mortal view
      Of the marvellous song the young man knew.
      O, ye who have feeling! a tear from you!
      Rest, saddest of singers, in peace—adieu!

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