[Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary with introduction and notes | ||
DEATH SCENE.
Dying, still slowly dying,
As the hours of night wore by,
She had lain since the light of sunset
Was red on the evening sky,—
As the hours of night wore by,
She had lain since the light of sunset
Was red on the evening sky,—
Till after the middle watches,
As we softly near her trod,
When her soul from its prison fetters
Was loosed by the hand of God.
As we softly near her trod,
When her soul from its prison fetters
Was loosed by the hand of God.
One moment her pale lips trembled
With the triumph she might not tell,
As the light of the life immortal
On her spirit's vision fell.
With the triumph she might not tell,
As the light of the life immortal
On her spirit's vision fell.
Then the look of rapture faded,
And the beautiful smile waxed faint,
As that in some convent picture
On the face of a dying saint.
And the beautiful smile waxed faint,
As that in some convent picture
On the face of a dying saint.
And we felt in the lonesome midnight,
As we sat by the silent dead,
What a light on the path going downward
The steps of the righteous shed;—
As we sat by the silent dead,
What a light on the path going downward
The steps of the righteous shed;—
When we thought how with feet unshrinking
She came to the Jordan's tide,
And, taking the hand of the Saviour,
Went up on the heavenly side!
She came to the Jordan's tide,
And, taking the hand of the Saviour,
Went up on the heavenly side!
[Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary with introduction and notes | ||