Death and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred is mended; Graves are beds now for the weary, Death a nap, to wake more merry; Youth now, full of pious duty, Seeks in thee for perfect beauty, The weak and aged, tired with length Of days, from thee look for new strength, And infants with thy pangs contest As pleasant, as if with the breast; Then, unto him, who thus hath thrown Even to contempt thy kingdom down, And by his blood did us advance Unto his own inheritance, To him be glory, power, praise, From this, unto the last of days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG PRAYER FOR COURAGE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |