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The Sleeping.

Safe in their alabaster chambers,

Untouched by morning,

And untouched by noon,

Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection,

Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.

 

Light laughs the breeze

In her castle above them,

Babbles the bee in a stolid ear,

Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadences:

Ah! what sagacity perished here!

Pelham Hill, June, 1861.