Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Simms Review (Vol 16: No 2) >> Monody, on the Death of Gen. Charles Cotesworth Pinckney >> Page 14

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Poetry | 1825
Transcription MONODY.



WHEN from the western sky, in purple robe,
The Sun withdraws, and leaves the azure globe,
Still o'er the vest of Night we watch his rays,
As 'midst the wave his courser he delays ;
still do we look as gold and purple vie,
To grace the snow-white wreath that wraps the slay ;
And nature's works in equal concert move,
As thro' the deep blue void, the pal stars rove,
And find, tho' set, that Sun his ray extends,
Leaving a fend Remembrancer, that blends
In tints that meek the rainbow's hues at even,
All that is bright or beautiful in Heaven !

The hoary oak is scathed by many a year ;
Its green hues faded, and its leaflets sear,
The tempest came, unmoved it met the blast,
Strctch'd its wide arms, and dared it as it past;
Mock'd the rude summons of the angry wind,
Nor sought in base submission life to find.