When life, as opening buds, is sweet, And golden hopes the spirit greet, And youth prepares his joys to meet, Alas! how hard it is to die! When scarce is seiz'd some valu'd prize, And duties press, and tender ties Forbid the soul from earth to rise, How awful then it is to die! When, one by one, those ties are torn, And friend from friend is snatched forlorn, And man is left alone to mourn, Ah! then, how easy 'tis to die! When faith is strong, and conscience clear, And words of peace the spirit cheer, And vision'd glories half appear, 'Tis joy, 'tis triumph, then to die! When trembling limbs refuse their weight, And films, slow gathering, dim the sight, And clouds obscure the mental light, 'Tis nature's precious boon to die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CHILD ALONE: 3. MY KINGDOM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE CHERUBS; SUGGESTED BY AN APOLOGUE IN THE WORKS OF FRANKLIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |