I know how vain it is to mourn <br />O'er blighted hopes, and friendship fled; <br />How yet more vain it is, to turn <br />With sorrow to the slumb'ring dead. <br /> <br />Oh! they sleep well!-for o'er their rest <br />No dark, and life-like mock'ries come <br />To cloud the brain, and wring the breast, <br />Which in the grave hath found a home !<br /><br />Eliza Acton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-how-vain-it-is-to-mourn/
