I threw another dream log on the fire
Where dying flames could lick it hungrily,
And though soft smoke to heaven did aspire
My thoughts lay in bronze embers still to see;
Within those glowing coals, all ardor past,
The essence yet of every hope and prayer,
All quested glory now on ashes cast
And nigh below, grey stone to rest them there.
Not long ago a great inferno burned
Within the confines of this yawning hearth,
A conflagration pure of life affirmed
Now lit as candles on a sepulcher;
That blaze a flicker of its’ former might
Which once did rage; Oh with a gloried light!
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