Time flies, hope flags, life plies a wearied wing; Death following hard on life gains ground apace; Faith runs with each and rears an eager face, Outruns the rest, makes light of everything, Spurns earth, and still finds breath to pray and sing; While love ahead of all uplifts his praise, Still asks for grace and still gives thanks for grace, Content with all day brings and night will bring. Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above Tired hope, and less we feel his conscious pulse, Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace: A little while, and age and sorrow cease; A little while, and life reborn annuls Loss and decay and death, and all is love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY EXAGGERATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING KEPT FOR JESUS by EDITH E. CHERRY AFRICA by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |