Poems with rhymes of bourne

Soon may this woe-worn spirit seek the bourne
Where, lulled to slumber, Grief forgets to mourn !"

We neither shunned nor sought ... We see our bourne,
And seeing it we mourn."

Mayhap in that murky bourne
You'll escape a fate forlorn,

Nor by the wayside ruins let us mourn,
Who have th' eternal towers for our appointed bourne.

And, while his kindred mourn
Over his shell of clay,
Shinest beyond the bourne,

The sun shone through the window revealin' a beautiful October morn!
We later boarded the Rio Grande steamer to begin our railway bourne!

I am the comforter of them that mourn;
My scenes well shadowed, and my carol sweet,
Cheer the poor passengers of life's rude bourne,

High burning through that outer bourne
Are lights unto themselves. Fair aureoles
Self-radiated these are worn.

Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!
But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,

And leave us here to grieve and mourn,
While we, our silent watches keep,
O'er their low graves whence they are bourne.