 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
[II. 'Twas thus my friend, in earnest accents said]
'Twas thus my friend, in earnest accents said,Her gentle bosom heaving with a sigh.
A sudden glow her palid cheeks o'erspread,
A heavenly light came beaming from her eye,
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The glow, the light, were brighter than before;
“The morning dawns,” I heard her faintly cry,
And then her bosom rose and fell no more.
The halo and the brightness passed away;
Her hands were still, her lips had ceased to move;
Yet on her wan, unconscious features lay
The sweet, calm smile of perfect peace and love;
God for her spirit rent the misty shroud;
Her faith is changed to sight beyond the cloud.
| Poems by John Howard Bryant | |