I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthly cares no more distress And earthly joys are nought to me Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er a sea of gloom Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mourning cannot come 'Tis I should weep to leave thee he[re] On that dark Ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD SIR TURLOUGH, OR THE CHURCHYARD BRIDE by WILLIAM CARLETON STORM AND CALM; FROM THE ALBUM OF THE DUCHESS OF RUTLAND by GEORGE CRABBE TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 11. THE MAID'S STORY by GEORGE CRABBE |