My days among the Dead are past
Robert Southey
1774 to 1843
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And seek relief in woe;
Where'er these casual eyes are cast
Instruction with an humble mind.
And from their lessons seek and find
With them I take delight in weal,
My place with them will be,
My hopes are with the Dead, anon
With whom I converse day by day.
The mighty minds of old;
Partake their hopes and fears,
Through all Futurity;
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
My days among the Dead are past;
And while I understand and feel
And I with them shall travel on
That will not perish in the dust.
Around me I behold,
Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
My never failing friends are they,
I live in long-past years,
With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
My thoughts are with the Dead, with them
How much to them I owe,