INSCRIPTION ON A RUDE STONE
by: George Heath (1844-1869)
POEMS BY GEORGE HEATH
- quiet youth
in the valleys grew,
And thought oer his being a mantle threw,
And dawned on his spirit a meaning new,
And he dreamed of a mission great and true;
But God, in His infinite wisdom, drew
A severing finger his projects through.
His life is a fragmenta broken clue
His harp had a musical string or two,
The tension was great, and they sprang and flew,
And a few brief strainsa scattered few
Are all that remain to mortal view
Of the marvellous song the young man knew.
O, ye who have feeling! a tear from you!
Rest, saddest of singers, in peaceadieu!