There is a plan far greater than the plan you know; There is a landscape broader than the one you see. There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go -- You call it death -- we, immortality. You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep; We call it birth -- the soul at last set free. 'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep. Why weep at death? 'Tis immortality. Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long. Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee. Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on. This is not death -- 'tis immortality. Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns; The cadence of your song wafts near to me, And now you know the thing that all men learn: There is no death -- there's immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |