EARTH, with its dark and dreadful ills, Recedes, and fades away; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills; Ye gates of death, give way! My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light. The while my pulses faintly beat, My faith doth so abound, I feel grow firm beneath my feet The green immortal ground. That faith to me a courage gives, Low as the grave, to go; I know that my Redeemer lives: That I shall live, I know. The palace walls I almost see, Where dwells my Lord and King; O grave, where is thy victory! O death, where is thy sting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |