by: Dinah Maria (Mulock)
- E dainty
mosses, lichens grey,
- Pressed each to each in tender fold,
- And peacefully thus, day by day,
- Returning to their mould;
- Brown leaves, that with aerial grace
- Slip from your branch like birds a-wing,
- Each leaving in the appointed place
- Its bud of future spring;--
- If we, God's conscious creatures, knew
- But half your faith in our decay,
- We should not tremble as we do
- When summoned clay to clay.
- But with an equal patience sweet
- We should put off this mortal gear,
- In whatsoe'er new form is meet
- Content to reappear.
- Knowing each germ of life He gives
- Must have in Him its source and rise,
- Being that of His being lives
- May change, but never dies.
- Ye dead leaves, dropping soft and slow,
- Ye mosses green and lichens fair,
- Go to your graves, as I will go,
- For God is also there.
POEMS BY DINAH MARIA CRAIK
"Mortality" is reprinted
from Poems. Dinah Maria Craik. Boston: Ticknor & Fields,