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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Keats. (1795–1821) (continued)
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
  Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
  Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores.
    Here lies one whose name was writ in water. 1
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard. (1795–1828)
    Death has shaken out the sands of thy glass.
          Lament for Long Tom.
    At the piping of all hands,
  When the judgment-signal ’s spread—
When the islands and the lands
  And the seas give up their dead,
And the South and North shall come;
  When the sinner is dismayed,
  And the just man is afraid,
  Then Heaven be thy aid,
          Poor Tom.
          Lament for Long Tom.
                Far beneath the tainted foam
That frets above our peaceful home,
We dream in joy and wake in love
Nor know the rage that yells above.
          The Deep. 2 
    I saw two clouds at morning,
  Tinged with the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
  And mingled into one.
I thought that morning cloud was blest,
It moved so sweetly to the West.
Note 1.
See Chapman, Quotation 20.

Among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the principal,—that on his gravestone shall be this inscription.—Richard Monckton Milnes (Lord Houghton): Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keats. Letter to Severn, vol. ii. p. 91. [back]
Note 2.
Harriet Beecher Stowe: When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean. [back]