In the depths of a Forest secluded and wild,
The night voices whisper in passionate numbers;
And I-m leaning again, as I did when a child,
O-er the grave where my father so quietly slumbers.
The years have rolled by with a thundering sound
But I knew, O ye woodlands, affection would know it,
And the spot which I stand on is sanctified ground
By the love that I bear to him sleeping below it.
Oh! well may the winds with a saddening moan
Go fitfully over the branches so dreary;
And well may I kneel by the time-shattered stone,
And rejoice that a rest has been found for the weary.
In The Depths Of A Forest
Henry Kendall
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Poem topics: child, father, night, time, wild, whisper, rejoice, stand, grave, sound, stone, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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