Poem: “L’Envoi” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ye voices, that arose

After the Evening’s close,

And whispered to my restless heart repose!

 

Go, breathe it in the ear

Of all who doubt and fear,

And say to them, “Be of good cheer!”

 

Ye sounds, so low and calm,

That in the groves of balm

Seemed to me like an angel’s psalm!

 

Go,  mingle yet once more

With the perpetual roar

Of the pine forest, dark and hoar!

 

Tongues of the dead, not lost

But speaking from death’s frost,

Like fiery tongues at Pentecost!

 

Glimmer, as funeral lamps,

Amid the chills and damps

Of the vast plain where Death encamps!