Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn

Far, far away is mirth withdrawn     'Tis three long hours before the morn     And I watch lonely, drearily     So come thou shade commune with me     Deserted one! thy corpse lies cold     And mingled with a foreign mould     Year after year the grass grows green     Above the dust where thou hast been.     I will not name thy blighted name     Tarnished by unforgotton shame     Though not because my bosom torn     Joins the mad world in all its scorn     Thy phantom face is dark with woe     Tears have left ghastly traces there,     Those ceaseless tears! I wish their flow     Could quench thy wild despair.     They deluge my heart like the rain     On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain     Yet when I hear thy foes deride     I must cling closely to thy side     Our mutual foes, they will not rest     From trampling on thy buried breast     Glutting there hatred with the doom     They picture thine, beyond the tomb     But God is not like human kind     Man cannot read the Almighty mind     Vengeance will never tortue they     Nor hunt thy soul eternally     Then do not in this night of grief     This time of over whelming fear     O do not think that God can leave     Forget, forsake, refuse to hear!     What have I dreamt? He lies asleep     With whom my heart would vainly weep     He rests - and I endure the woe     That left his spirit long ago