Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away Is this the whole?
Her suffering ended with the day,Yet lived she at its close,And breathed the long, long night awayIn statue-like repose.But when the sun in all his stateIllumed the eastern skies,She passed through Glory's morning-gate,And walked in Paradise.james aldrich
The harp that once through Tara's hallsThe soul of music shed,Now hangs as mute on Tara's wallsAs if that soul were fled.So sleeps the pride of former days,So Glory's thrill is o'er;And hearts that once beat high for praiseNow feel that pulse no more.thomas moore
But when the sun in all his state, illumed the eastern skies, she passed through Glory's morning gate, and walked in Paradise.james aldrich
It is written on the rose In its Glory's full array: Read what those buds disclose "Passing away."felicia hemans