IF this our little life is but a day In the Eternal,—if the years in vain Toil after hours that never come again,— If everything that hath been must decay, Why dreamest thou of joys that pass away, My soul, that my sad body doth restrain? Why of the moment's pleasure art thou fain? Nay, thou hast wings,—nay, seek another stay. There is the joy where to each soul aspires, And there the rest that all the world desires, And there is love, and peace, and gracious mirth; And there in the most highest heavens shalt thou Behold the Very Beauty, whereof now Thou worshipest the shadow upon earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS IMMORTALITY by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SEASONS AND TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IN MEMORIAM by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |