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’Tis a solemn place: For this dark purple loam, wherein I lie, And this green mould, the mother of bright flowers, Was bone and sinew once, now decomposed; Perhaps has lived, breathed, walked, as proud as we, And animate with all the faculties, And finer senses of the human soul! And now what are they? To their elements Each has returned, dust crumbled back to dust, The spirit gone to God.
’Tis a solemn place: For this dark purple loam, wherein I lie, And this green mould, the mother of bright flowers, Was bone and sinew once, now decomposed; Perhaps has lived, breathed, walked, as proud as we, And animate with all the faculties, And finer senses of the human soul! And now what are they? To their elements Each has returned, dust crumbled back to dust, The spirit gone to God.
In print by 1888 AD · industrial
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- William Thompson Bacon (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1888 AD · industrial
In print by 1888: recorded in A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations (catalogued1888) (1888 AD)
Page 566 · printed citation: William Thompson Bacon · subject: SPIRIT
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