A Quiet Soul
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep, As if humanity were lull'd asleep; So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath, Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, Or the soft journey which a planet goes: Life seem'd all calm as its last breath. A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast, As if some Halcyon were its guest, And there had built her nest; It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.
John Oldham’s other poems:
- A Satire Touching Nobility
- Upon the Works of Ben Jonson
- To the Memory of My Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent
- The Praise of Homer
- David’s Lamentation for the Death of Saul and Jonathan, Paraphrased
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