Poems | ||
ON THIS VERY BED HAS DEATH.
On this very bed has death
Stilled a heart and stayed a breath.
Stilled a heart and stayed a breath.
Wherefore toss and weary so!
Death's repose thou too shalt know!
Death's repose thou too shalt know!
Cease thy sobs! thy wailings cease!
Soon for thee there shall be peace.
Soon for thee there shall be peace.
All things here, O soul, but seem;
Sleep and wake from this poor dream.
Sleep and wake from this poor dream.
435
Close thine eyes and stay thy breath!
Lo, 'tis life thou callest death.
Lo, 'tis life thou callest death.
Lo, thou wakest, earth forgot,
Into calm, that endeth not,
Into calm, that endeth not,
Unto hours that shall not know
Aught of human joy or woe.
Aught of human joy or woe.
Peace, then, life's poor cries, to be
Hushed by God eternally.
Hushed by God eternally.
Poems | ||