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Bingham oh lord my inmost heart8/28/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() In that enclosure, sacred to the domestic dead. The moon rises over the cleared fields, showing anĪmphitheatre of distant woods, the cedar-mound stands out The sleepers from his noonday beams and when The cedars with his brightest morning hue they shelter Herself the rose that blossoms on her grave! The sun gilds My noble brothers, and my poor cousin Anna, who planted Who looked like a sunbeam on the world and passedĪway my first-born, he who was twined to my heart's pulsesīy ties as strong as those which call up its natural vibration Grandparents the mother who gave me being the baby-sister, I sometimes feel a joy that all are here - my One inscription there, for we were as one. In full relief, and those dark sentinels seem to guard the dead. That affection has planted, or that time, with unsparing On these secluded graves nor does the idler cull the blossoms Rolls not across this sanctuary careless curiosity treads not Stranger-dust mingles not with mine! The tumult of the city I thank thee, Heaven, that all I love are here! - that #Bingham oh lord my inmost heart full# ![]() Hand, has hung in graceful wreaths or clustered beautyĪround. They not mar, like man, the sacred relics of memory, nor Serpent twines his silken folds among the herbage yet do The hare steals lightly over the hillocks, and the Softens, by her melancholy lay, the mockbird's tale of loveĪnd joy. Liberty, and his bones might have whitened on theīattlefield, had not a locket, containing the fair hair of my My grandfather fell early in our national struggle for With jest and profanity disturb the gloom. The peculiar accent with which he beguiled His knees to hear his stories of the past! I even love to recall Good old Jacque! How often have I climbed Grandmother, suspended from his neck, revealed him to aįaithful servant. Our evenings, when appointed by our parents to superintend House, even in the presence of the children, unless when On the wide hearth, standing (for he never would sit in the Now, in winter, throwing the oak logs or lightwood knots ![]()
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