Thy
marble bright in dark appears,
As slowly steals a silver flame
Along the letters of thy name,
And
o’er the number of thy years.
The
mystic glory swims away;
From off my bed the moonlight dies;
And closing eaves of wearied eyes
I
sleep till dusk is dipt in gray:
And
then I know the mist is drawn
A lucid veil from coast to coast,
And in the dark church like a ghost
Thy
tablet glimmers to the dawn.